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Title: When men grew tall;
Year: 1907 (1900s)
Authors: Lewis, Alfred Henry, 1857-1914
Subjects: Jackson, Andrew, 1767-1845
Publisher: New York, D. Appleton and company
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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adopted the war habits of their redenemy. The huntlng-shirt men range up and down,quartering those one hundred acres of Horse-shoe wood like hounds, killing out In all direc-tions. Now and then a warrior, sorely crowded,leaps Into the Tallapoosa, and strikes forth forthe opposite shore. His feather-tufted head isseen bobbing on the muddy surface of the river.To gentlemen who, offhand, make nothing ofa turkeys head at one hundred yards, thosebrown bobbing feather-tufted Creek heads arechilds play. A rifle cracks; the shot-piercedCreek springs clear of the water with a deathyell, and then goes bubbling to the bottom.Sometimes two rifles crack; in which doubleevent the Creek takes with him to the bottomtwo bullets Instead of one. The slaughter moves forward slowly, butsatisfactorily, for hours. It is ten oclock in thenight when the last Creek Is killed, and thehunting-shirt men, hungry with a hard dayswork, may think on supper. Of the red onethousand and more who manned those British-io8
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u AT THE HORSESHOE built fortifications in the morning, not two-scoreget away. It is the Creek Thermopylae. The Generals triumph at the Horseshoe putsthe last paragraph to the last chapter of theCreek wars. Also, it disappoints certain Eng-lish prospects, and defeats for all time thosesavage hopes of a general race battle against thepaleface, the fires of which the dead Tecumsehso long supported by his eloquence and fed withdeeds of valor. By way of a finishing touch,from which the hue of romance is not wanting,the terrible Weathersford rides in, on his fa-mous gray war horse, and gives himself up tothe General., You may kill me, says Weathersford. Iam ready to die, for I have beheld the destruc-tion of my people. No one will hereafter fearthe Creeks, who are broken and gone. I comenow to save the women and little children starv-ing in the forest. The hunting-shirt men, not at all sentimental,lift up their voices in favor of slaying the chief.At that the General steps in between. The

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