heir right was
protected by a thicket, the British fort was behind them.

The British commander had said that he would open his gates to them, if
they were again driven back.

The "Big Wind," who never slept, had not delayed. This morning of
August 20,1794, he marched right onward, in battle array. At noon he
struck the Fallen Timbers, at Presq' Isle.

Now he was "Mad Anthony," again. He made short work of the Little
Turtle army of fifteen hundred. He sent his Kentucky mounted riflemen
against their right flank; he sent his dragoon regulars against their
left flank; he sent his regular infantry in a bayonet charge straight
through their center. They were not to fire a shot until the Indians
had broken cover; then they were to deliver a volley and keep going so
hard that the enemy would have no time to reload.

For once, Little Turtle's warriors did not stand. They feared this mad
general. The trained infantry Legionaries moved so fast that they
outfooted the cavalry; and they alone drove the warriors helter-skelter
back through the timber, to the very walls of the British fort.

There the mounted riflemen and the dragoons smote with their "long
knives," or broad-swords--for the gates of the fort were _not_ opened,
and the walls proved only a death-trap.

The Battle of Fallen Timbers was over in about an hour. The Americans
lost thirty-eight killed, one hundred and one wounded. The loss of the
Miamis and their allies numbered several hundred. Nine Wyandot chiefs
had been slain.

Their warriors were scattered, their villages and corn-fields were
destroyed, the British had not helped them, United States forts
occupied their best ground from the Ohio River right through north to
Lake Erie, and the long war had ended.

The Miamis and eleven other nations signed a treaty of peace, at
Greenville, in August of the next year, 1795.

"I am the last to sign," said Little Turtle, "and I think I will be the
last to break it."

Ever after this, Little Turtle lived at peace with the Americans.

The United States built him a house on his birthplace at the Eel River
twenty miles from Fort Wayne, Indiana. He tried to adopt civilization
and bring his people to agriculture and prosperity.

He was opposed by jealous chiefs, who envied him his house and accused
him of having been bought by the Americans. But he was wiser than they.

He had been the first of the great chiefs to frown upon the torture of
captives; g