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The Blackhawk War BY HENRY LITTLE, 1875
But once more our cheering, hope-inspiring, and animating prospects were to have a sudden termination. A small black indistinct speck was seen away in the dim distance, on the southwestern horizon. To our anxious inquiry, the soothsayers, the magicians, and astrologers could only answer, that it was ominous of evil. That strange unknown figure was soon found to be in motion and rapidly advancing toward us, and soon we discovered it to be a horseman coming at his utmost speed; presently he reined up his foaming, panting steed, and at the same time vociferated "Indians, Indians! Indians this time and no mistake. " He reckoned that there was a right smart power of them, that somebody had come mighty near seeing one or two of the real red-skins; he allowed that somebody had almost heard the whiz of the murderous tomahawk, as it went tearing through aerial space. And finally, that he had directions from headquarters to order every man on Gull Prairie with their arms, to repair immediately to the general rendezvous at Big Island, on Big Prairie Ronde, and there await further orders.
As it had been but ten or twelve days since the close of the former campaign, a very short time sufficed to put them in marching order. As there were such encouraging prospects of full employment for all who desired to participate in the pleasures of that high carnival, the ranks of the old
prairie battalion were soon crowded with clamorous expectants, numbering fifteen or twenty, all of whom arrived at headquarters in due time.
Michigan
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