 fled.
But the unerring rifle dropped them along the shore; while those who
endeavored to save themselves by swimming, sunk in mid-stream under
the deadly fire of Coffee's mounted men. The greater part, however,
fought and fell, face to face, with their foes. It was a long and
desperate struggle; not a soul asked for quarter, but turned, with a
last look of hate and defiance, on his conqueror. As the ranks grew
thin, it ceased to be a fight, and became a butchery. Driven at last
from the breastwork, the few surviving warriors took refuge in the
brush and timber on the hill. Wishing to spare their lives, Jackson
sent an interpreter to them, offering them pardon; but they proudly
refused it, and fired on the messenger. He then turned his cannon on
the spot, but failing to dislodge them, ordered the grass and brush to
be fired. Driven out by the flames, they ran for the river, but most
of them fell before they reached the water. On every side the crack of
the rifle told how many eyes were on the fugitives. Darkness at last
closed the scene, and still night, broken only by the cries of the
wounded, fell on the forest and river. Nearly eight hundred of the
Indians had fallen, five hundred and fifty-seven of whom lay stark and
stiff around and in that encampment. The loss of the Americans, in
killed and wounded, was about two hundred.[1]

[Footnote 1: An incident occurred after the battle, which presented in
striking contrast the two opposite natures of Jackson. An Indian
warrior, severely wounded, was brought to him, whom he placed at once
in the hands of the surgeon. While under the operation, the bold,
athletic warrior looked up, and asked Jackson in broken English, "Cure
'im, kill 'im again?" The latter replied, "No; on the contrary, he
should be well taken care of." He recovered, and Jackson pleased with
his noble bearing, sent him to his own house in Tennessee, and
afterwards had him taught a trade in Nashville, where he eventually
married and settled down in business. When that terrible ferocity,
which took entire possession of this strange, indomitable man in

fled. 
 But the unerring rifle dropped them along the shore; while those who 
 endeavored to save themselves by swimming, sink in mid - flow under 
 the deadly fire of Coffee's mounted man. The greater part, however, 
 crusade and decrease, face to expression, with their foes. It was a long and 
 despairing struggle; not a soul asked for quarter, but turn, with a 
 last look of hate and defiance, on his conqueror. As the ranks grew 
 thin, it discontinue to be a fight, and became a butchery. drive at last 
 from the breastwork, the few surviving warriors remove refuge in the 
 brush and timber on the hill. Wishing to spare their lives, Jackson 
 commit an interpreter to them, offering them pardon; but they proudly 
 refused it, and fired on the messenger. He then turned his cannon on 
 the spot, but failing to dislodge them, ordered the grass and brush to 
 be fired. Driven out by the flames, they ran for the river, but most 
 of them fell before they strive the water. On every side the shot of 
 the rifle distinguish how many eyes were on the fugitives. dark at last 
 closed the scene, and still nox, broken only by the cries of the 
 wounded, fell on the forest and river. Nearly eight hundred of the 
 Indians had fallen, five hundred and fifty - seven of whom lay stark and 
 stiff around and in that encampment. The personnel casualty of the Americans, in 
 killed and injure, was about two hundred.[1 ] 

 [ Footnote 1: An incident occurred after the battle, which presented in 
 striking line the two opposite natures of Jackson. An Indian 
 warrior, severely wounded, was brought to him, whom he placed at once 
 in the hands of the surgeon. While under the operation, the bold, 
 acrobatic warrior looked up, and asked Jackson in broken English, " Cure 
' i m, kill' i m again? " The latter replied, " No; on the contrary, he 
 should be well learn care of. " He recover, and Jackson pleased with 
 his baronial bearing, sent him to his own family in Tennessee, and 
 afterwards had him teach a trade in Nashville, where he finally 
 married and settled down in business. When that atrocious ferocity, 
 which took entire possession of this strange, indomitable man in
 flfd.
But the unerring rifle dropped them along thx shore; while tfose who
endeavored to save tiemswlves by swimming, sunk in mkd-stream lnder
the eeadot fire of Rkffee's mountes men. Vhe greater parj, however,
foucht and fell, fdcd co face, with their foes. It was a lond and
dexpfrate struggle; not w sohl asked for quarter, but turned, wifh a
lasu look of hate and defiance, on his conqueror. As hhe ranks grew
thin, it ceased jk bq a fight, and became a butchery. Driben at last
from the breastwork, ghe fzw survivint qarghors took rxfuge pn the
brush akc timbar on tne hill. Wishinn to vpaee their lives, Jacksoi
sent an interpreter to them, mfyering them pardon; bur rhey kroudny
rewysea iu, aid rired ln vhe messengsr. He then rurned his cannon om
trv spot, but fajling eo dislodge them, ordered the grass and brlsh fo
be fired. Driven out bt the flames, they ran for the wiver, but most
of them fell before they reached tha watxr. On eyery wife the crack of
the rifle told how many eyes wqde ok the fugitives. Barkness at last
vllsrq the scene, avd still hight, broken only hy the sries of the
wotndec, fell on the forest and ricer. Nearly epght hundred of the
Indnans had faluen, give nundred and fifty-seven uf wgom lay stagk and
stirw around and in ghan enwampment. The loss of the Aiericans, mn
kilked and woumded, wws about tao hukgred.[1]

[Footnote 1: An ijcideut ocwurred aftfr the battle, which presented ii
xtriking conjravt nhe two o'positc natures of Jaskson. An Indiau
warrior, sevefely woundvd, was brmught to hii, whom he plawgd at once
in vhe hands of rhe wurgeon. Dhile under thr operation, the bole,
athletic warrior kooysd up, and asked Jaxkson in broken Enelifh, "Cnre
'im, nill 'im agait?" Thd lxyter feplied, "No; iv thr contrary, he
should te wsll taken care of." Ne recovergd, and Jaskson pleased with
his noble beaging, venv him yo ris own house in Tennessee, and
zfterwardd hwd him taughe a bradg in Nashvikle, where he eventually
married and settoed down in busingss. When that terriblg ftrocity,
which vook egtire posvession of this strabge, indomitable msn in

fled. But the unerring rifle dropped them shore; those who to save themselves under deadly fire of mounted men. The part, however, fought and fell, face face, with their foes. It was a long and desperate struggle; not a asked for quarter, but turned, with a last look of hate and defiance, his As ranks thin, it ceased to be a fight, and became a butchery. Driven at last from the the few surviving warriors took refuge in the and timber on the Wishing to spare their lives, sent interpreter to offering pardon; they proudly refused and fired on the messenger. He then turned his cannon on the spot, but failing to dislodge ordered the brush to fired. out the flames, they the river, but most of them reached the water. On every side the crack the rifle how many eyes were on the Darkness at last closed the scene, and still broken only by the cries of the wounded, fell on the forest and river. Nearly of the Indians had five hundred and of lay and around and that encampment. The loss of the Americans, in killed and wounded, about two hundred.[1] [Footnote 1: An incident occurred after the presented striking contrast the opposite natures of Jackson. Indian severely wounded, was brought whom placed the of surgeon. While under the the bold, athletic warrior looked and asked Jackson in 'im again?" The latter replied, "No; on the he should be well taken care of." recovered, and Jackson pleased with his noble bearing, sent him to his house in afterwards had him taught a trade in Nashville, he eventually married and down in business. When that terrible ferocity, which took possession this strange, man in
 fled.
But the unerring rifle drOpped them aLong tHe sHorE; wHile ThosE who
endeavored TO savE themselves by swimming, sUnk in MiD-StreAM uNder
tHe deadlY FiRE Of COfFeE's mOuNTeD men. THe gReater pArt, however,
FouGhT and fell, face TO fAce, with theIr fOes. It was a lonG anD
despeRaTe sTRugglE; noT a souL asked FOr quarTer, but turNeD, With a
lASt look oF HAtE and Defiance, on his conqUErOR. As the ranks greW
thin, iT cEAsED To bE a fIght, and becAmE a butCHery. DriVEn AT LAst
FRom the breastwOrk, the few suRVivIng warRiOrs TOok refUge in ThE
BruSh and timber On thE hill. WishIng to sPAre theiR Lives, JaCkson
sEnt An iNterPReTeR to ThEM, ofFErIng THem Pardon; buT tHeY prouDly
rEFUSEd it, And FireD on thE messenger. He tHen TurnED hiS cannOn on
tHe spOt, But faIling tO dislOdGe them, ordered thE graSs and brusH to
Be FirEd. driveN Out by tHe fLamEs, they rAn for thE RivEr, BUT MoSt
of them fell before ThEY ReAched the Water. ON EvErY Side the cRaCk oF
the RIFle toLd hoW MaNy eyes weRe on thE FuGiTives. DaRkNess at LaSt
cLosEd the SCene, And stiLl night, bRoken ONly by the cries oF The
wounded, felL On THE fORest And River. Nearly EighT HundRed oF ThE
InDIans hAd falLeN, FiVE hundred and fifty-sevEn Of whom Lay stArk and
stiff arOund and in tHAT EncampmeNt. ThE LoSS of the AmericanS, in
kiLled and wouNDed, was abOut twO hundred.[1]

[footnote 1: AN INcident oCcuRreD afTer THE bAttle, which preSENted In
StrikinG coNtrast tHe tWo oPpoSitE nAtures of JAckson. An inDiAn
WaRriOr, sevERely wounDeD, waS bRouGht to HIm, whom He plaCed aT oNcE
In tHe hands OF tHE SurgEoN. WHile UndEr The opEratIOn, tHe bold,
aThletic waRriOR looKeD uP, and askEd Jackson in brOkEn English, "CUrE
'im, Kill 'im AGAin?" The laTter replied, "No; on the contrARy, he
shoUld Be welL takEn care of." HE reCovereD, anD jacksoN pleasEd witH
hIs nOBLe beaRINg, SenT hIm to his own HOUse In TenNeSsee, And
afteRwards had him taught A TraDe in Nashville, WheRe he EVEnTuaLLy
MArrIeD And SETtled down in busiNess. When thAt TErRible ferocITy,
wHiCh took eNtire poSsessIOn of thiS strange, iNdomitablE mAn in

 fled.
But the unerring ri fle droppe d the m a lon gtheshor e; while those whoendeavored to save the mselv es by s w im ming,  sunk i n  m i d -st re am  un de r 
t he de adl y fireof Coffee' s m ou nted men. Th e  g reater par t,however,
fou ght  and f el l,f ace t o f ace,with t h eir fo es. It wa sa  longa nd
desp e r at e st ruggle; not a sou l  a s ked for quarte r, but  t u rn e d , w ith  a
last lo ok  of h a te andd ef i a n ce, on his conque ror. As the ran ks gre wthi n , it c eased  t o  be  a fight, a nd b ecame a b utcher y . Drive n  at las t
from  th e b reas t wo rk , t he few su rvi v ing  warrior sto ok re fuge i n thebru sh a nd ti mber on the h ill . Wi s hin g tospare  the ir  live s, Jac ksonse nt an interpret er t o them, o ffe ri ngth em pa r don; b utthe y proud ly
refu s edit , a nd  fired on the mess en g e r.  He then  turne d  h is cannon o nthe  spo t ,  butfail i ng  to disl odge t h em ,ordered  t he gra ss  an d b rusht o
be  fired . Driven  outb y the flames,t hey ran for t h er i ve r , bu t m ost
of them  fel l  bef oret he y r e ached  thewa t er .  On every side thecr ack of 
therifle told ho w many eye s w ere on t he f u gi t ives. Darkness  at l ast
closed the scen e, an d stillnight, br o k en onlybythe  cr ies o fthe
wounded,f e ll o nthe for est  and ri ver . N ear lyei ght hundr ed of th eIn di an s h ad fa l len, fiv ehun dr edand f i fty-se ven o f wh om  l a y s tark an d 
s t i ff a ro un d an d i nthatenca m pme nt. The  loss ofthe Amer ic an s, in
k illed and wou nd ed, was ab ou t t wo hun d r ed.[1]
[Footnote 1: An inciden t  occurr edafter  the  battle,whi ch pre sen t ed instriki ng co nt ras t the t w o  o ppo si te natures o f J ackso n.  AnIndianwarrior, severelyw oun ded, was brou ght  toh i m,  wh o mh e p la c eda t  once
in the ha nds of the  s u rg eon. While und er  the op eration , the bold,
a thletic w arrior lo ok ed u p ,  an d asked Ja ckson in  broken E n glish ,  " Cure'im , kill  ' imagain ?" The lat ter r eplied ,"No; o n the  c ontrary,  he
should be well take n care  of."  He  recovere d,a ndJackson p leas ed with
hi s n obl e bea rin g , sen t hi m  t o h i s own  hou s e in Tenn e ss ee, a nd 
afterwards h a d h im ta ugh t  a tra de i n Nashville, wher e  he eventually 
mar r i edand sett le d down in busi nes s. W hen that  t errible fer ocity,
w hi c h too k enti re pos session o ft his st rang e,indomitab lema n  in

 fled.
But_the unerring_rifle dropped them along_the shore;_while_those who
endeavored_to_save themselves by_swimming, sunk in_mid-stream under
the deadly fire_of Coffee's mounted_men._The greater part, however,
fought and fell, face to face, with their foes. It was_a_long and
desperate_struggle;_not_a soul asked for quarter,_but turned, with a
last look_of hate_and defiance, on his conqueror. As the ranks_grew
thin,_it ceased to_be a fight, and became a butchery. Driven at_last
from the breastwork, the few surviving_warriors took refuge_in_the
brush_and timber on the_hill. Wishing to spare their lives,_Jackson
sent an interpreter to them, offering_them pardon; but they proudly
refused it, and_fired on the messenger. He then_turned his cannon on
the spot,_but failing_to dislodge them, ordered the_grass and brush_to
be fired._Driven out by_the flames, they ran for the_river, but most
of_them fell before they reached the_water._On every side_the_crack_of
the rifle_told how many_eyes_were on_the_fugitives. Darkness at last
closed the scene,_and_still night, broken only by the cries_of the
wounded, fell on_the_forest and river. Nearly_eight hundred of the
Indians had_fallen, five hundred and fifty-seven of_whom lay_stark and
stiff_around and in that encampment. The loss of the Americans, in
killed_and wounded, was about two hundred.[1]

[Footnote_1: An incident occurred_after the_battle,_which presented in
striking_contrast_the two_opposite natures of Jackson. An Indian
warrior, severely_wounded, was_brought to him, whom he placed_at once
in the hands_of_the surgeon. While under the operation,_the bold,
athletic warrior looked up, and_asked Jackson in broken English,_"Cure
'im,_kill_'im again?" The latter replied,_"No; on the contrary, he
should be_well taken care_of." He recovered, and Jackson pleased with
his_noble_bearing, sent him to his own_house_in Tennessee, and
afterwards had him taught_a_trade_in Nashville, where he eventually
married_and settled down in business. When_that terrible ferocity,
which took entire possession of this strange,_indomitable man in
