On the Border with Andrew Jackson

It was a young Cherokee brave who spoke; from the back of his wiry little sorrel horse he pointed ahead to a small stream which could be seen winding its way among the trees.

The three youths stood there, at their lonely camp-fire, in the heart of the Muscogee wilderness, with darkness all about them, listening to the steady, monotonous beat of the d...

The haft of the hatchet was still a-quiver from the Prophet’s cast when Jack Davis’ long rifle spoke in reply. Then, with a hiss, an arrow from the bow of Running Elk found its...

Their mounts having had a good rest and the boys themselves being more than usually refreshed, they made considerable progress that day. Night found them at the ford of a large...

For a moment or two Frank Lawrence was too startled to speak; but when he could collect his wits his first action was to throw his rifle around in position for use; his second w...

Like the slow lapping of black water the bands of creeping Indians ebbed forward. Frank Lawrence held his rifle ready to fire at the word; and as he stood waiting, he wondered w...

For a time the two white boys and the young Cherokee hunter gazed in silence at the sparkle of the Creek camp-fires; the woods seemed studded with them; hundreds of savages must...

The news of the deed of blood at Fort Mims swept along the border like fire; swift riders carried it to the hamlets of Georgia and Tennessee; and in the wake of the tidings went...

“Houston,” said he, to a young ensign who sat his horse near by, “take a few scouts and make a reconnaissance of the village. Find out, if you can, how many redskins there are.”

At Fort Strother things were going with little smoothness; in spite of all that General Jackson could do, supplies came very irregularly through the forests and across the mount...

As in all his previous advances, General Jackson sent a body of horsemen before the main column, under command of the giant Colonel Coffee. In advance of these, again, rode the...

There was no pursuit by the Creeks, and after the first mile or so the doubly laden horses were permitted to slow down; and then the two Indians slid to the ground and ran easil...

The spirit of revolt which had risen up in Jackson’s army would not down. Though unflinchingly faced by him it rose and rose again; for these men of the border lands were wild,...

Not only did the fights at Emuckfan and Enotachopco Creeks dash the spirit of the Indians, but they also gave Jackson’s raw troops a taste of war as it is waged in the wildernes...

In the year 1765 an Irish workman of Scotch blood, and of the name of Jackson, made up his mind that the grind of poverty in his native land was too great for endurance. So, wit...