ted all
their "great fires" into one, and in that union had found strength,
harmony, and prosperity. He appealed to every sentiment in human nature
that can rouse to high and noble purpose--the love of country, of
kindred, of freedom, of glory. He flattered their pride with glowing
allusions to the antiquity and renown of their race, and by repeating to
them their traditions which described them as having once been the
favorite children of the Great Spirit, and again to be taken under his
peculiar care whenever they should return to the bosom of their ancient
brotherhood, and to the sober, simple habits and the pure faith of their
fathers. He roused their resentment and the desire of vengeance by
holding up to them the wrongs which they had suffered at the hands of
the proud and powerful pale-face, whose presence in their midst had
grown insupportable, and whose onward progress, unless cheeked at once,
would soon become irresistible. He threatened them with disgrace,
poverty, and ruin--yea, the final extinction of their race, which would
assuredly be visited upon them, should they neglect or delay to profit
by his warning.

His labors grew upon him, yet wearied him not; disappointments baffled
his endeavors, but discouraged him not; difficulties met him at every
step, but turned him not aside; dangers thickened around him, but
daunted him not; untoward conjunctures confused and enfeebled his vast
scheme, but shook not the constant purpose of his mind; friends
dissuaded, rivals opposed, enemies threatened, traitors
undermined--still the heroic sachem, unshaken, undismayed, unsubdued,
maintained his course onward and upward in the high destiny which long
years before he had marked out for himself, and his trust was in the
Great Spirit.

When he first set out on his great mission, this wandering patriot of
the wilderness found the minds of his countrymen we cowed with fear, or
so benumbed with indifference as to their fate, that there was scarcely
a man among them all, outside his own near kindred, to lend him an ear,
or join him in his self-imposed, herculean labor. But toward the end,
when every hill and valley, plain and forest, river and lake of the
great North-west had been made to resound full many a year with the
echoes of that awakening voice, behold the result. Persuaded that their
hour of deliverance and vengeance was come at last, thousands of the
tawny warriors of the wilderness, drawn from the numerous tribe