Part 54 (1/2)

_Iena_ Oh, could it turn you froive it! Drop this scheme, Dismiss your frenzied warriors to their beds; And, if contented with my hand, Tarhay Can have it here

_Tarhay_ I love you, Iena!

_Iena_ Then must you love what I do! Love our race!

'Tis this love nerves Tecumseh to unite Its scatter'd tribes--his fruit of noble toil, Which you would snatch unripen'd from his hand, And feed to sour ah my heart Breaks for it, I am yours

_Prophet_ His anyway, Or I am not the Prophet!

_Tarhay_ Forto this rash attempt, Since Iena consents to befool! [_Aside_ This soft, sleek girl, to outward seeood, I know to be a very fiend beneath-- Whose sly affections centre on herself, And feed the gliding snake within her heart

_Tarhay_ I cannot think her so--

_Mamatee_ She is not so!

There is the snake that creeps as would bile into our lives, And poison all our hopes

_Prophet_ She is the head-- The very neck of danger to me here, Which I must break at once! [_Aside_] Tarhay--attend!

I can see dreadful visions in the air; I can drea darkness on the heavy earth; I can fetch shadows froraves, And spectres from the sepulchres of hell

Who dares dispute with me, disputes with death!

Dost hear, Tarhay?

[TARHAY _and braves cower before the_ PROPHET

_Tarhay_ I hear, and will obey

Spare irl, The hand she offers you on one condition, I give to you upon a better one; And, since she has no ive her heart-- Which, rest assured, is in her body still-- There,--take it at s_ IENA _violently towards_ TARHAY, _into whose ar, and is then borne away by_ MAMATEE

[_To_ TARHAY] Go bring the braves to view the Mystic Torch And belt of Sacred Beans grown from my flesh-- One touch of it makes them invulnerable-- Then creep, like stealthy panthers, on the foe!

SCENE--_Morning The field of Tippecanoe after the battle The ground streith dead soldiers and warriors_

_Enter_ HARRISON, _officers and soldiers, and_ BARRON

_Harrison_ A costly triumph reckon'd by our slain!

Look how so death, their bloody hands Glued in each other's hair! Make burial straight Of all alike in deep and coraves: Their quarrel now is ended

_1st Officer_ I have heard The red man fears our steel--'twas not so here; Froht dawn'd, they rush'd upon our lines, And flung themselves upon our bayonet points In frenzied recklessness of bravery

_Barron_ They trusted in the Prophet's rites and spells, Which proht he sat on yon safe es of war and mystery, Then fled, at dawn, in fear of his own braves

_Enter an_ AIDE

_Harrison_ What tidings bring you from the Prophet's Town?

_Aide_ The wretched women with their children fly To distant forests for conceal save mice Which scamper'd as we oped each cabin door

Their pots still si in dusty silence and desertion

Naught else , save that their granaries Were cra it all-- Then burn their village down! [_Exit_ AIDE