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Updated: October 22, 2025
This man Weatherford, the fiercest enemy the whites had, with a party of about twenty-five Indians, bivouacked, the night before, in the edge of the woods, and when Sam mounted his horse that morning the Indians were lying asleep immediately in his path as he rode blindly out of the thicket.
Yes, and even the town built by direction of the prophets and named Holy Ground and protected by magic. By the close of 1813, this Jackson Chula Harjo "Old Mad Jackson," as the Creeks dubbed him had proved to be as tough as his later name, "Old Hickory." But Menewa and Weatherford were tough, too. They and their more than one thousand warriors still hung out.
The two rode on, Weatherford pretending to be in hot pursuit, shooting occasionally and yelling at every leap of his horse. The bluff towards which they rode was probably a hundred feet high, and was washed at its base by a deep but sluggish creek, on the other side of which lay a densely wooded swamp.
Head Chief William Macintosh was the peace chief. He was half Scotch and half Creek, and bore his father's family name. He joined the side of the United States. The war chiefs were Lam-o-chat-tee, or Red Eagle, and Menewa. They, too, were half-breeds. Chief Red Eagle was called William Weatherford, after his white trader father who had married a Creek girl.
You can't expect to drop into the life all at once. By attending to the advice our friend gave us, and keeping our senses wide awake, we gained some knowledge even during that journey. "We were now approaching the settlement Weatherford, it was called. It was a long way to the eastward of where we are now, with numerous towns and villages in the neighbourhood.
The power and spirit of the Creeks was broken, and even the haughty Weatherford sued for peace. Save the trouble caused by the Spanish and British, the war in the South was practically ended. Fernando, who was still with the northern army, had been shifted about so much, that he had received but one or two letters from home.
He and Chief Weatherford led the Red Sticks upon the war trail; but greater in rank than either of them was Monahoe, the ruling prophet, of Menewa's own band. He was the head medicine-chief. He was the Sitting Bull of the Creeks, like the later Sitting Bull of the Sioux. Out went the Red Sticks, encouraged by Monahoe and the other prophets.
Weatherford calmly folded his arms and replied; "I desire peace for no selfish reasons, but that my nation may be relieved from its sufferings; for independent of the other consequences of the war, my people's cattle are destroyed and their women and children destitute of provisions. I may well be addressed in such language now. There was a time when I had a choice and could have answered you.
Before leaving, however, Sam had heard enough of the conversation between Weatherford and Peter McQueen, the other great half-breed warrior, to know that he could not reach the fort that night. The two half-breeds talked most of the time in English, and Sam learned that they had a large body of Indians in the vicinity, who were scouring the country around Fort Glass.
"We shall be late for dinner, if we don't hurry," was the young woman's comment when Blount steered the little car clear of the post settlement and took the road well in the wake of the Weatherford touring machine. Then she added: "We mustn't be; we are dining out this evening at the Gordons." Blount was entirely willing to hurry.
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