The Indian wigwams and lodges, of varied structure, were clustered together on this treeless, grassy plain, in much picturesque beauty.

The Indians had apparently not been apprised of the approach of the terrible tempest of war about to descend upon them.
Apparently, at that early hour, they were soundly asleep.

Not a man, woman, or child was to be seen.
Silently, screened by thick woods, the army formed in line of battle.
The two hundred Indian warriors, rifle in hand and tomahawk at belt, stealthily took their position.

The white men took theirs.

At a given signal, the war-whoop burst from the lips of the savages, and the wild halloo of the backwoodsmen reverberated through the forest, as both parties rushed forward in the impetuous charge.