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"When the white men first set foot on our shores, theywere hungry; they had no places on which to spreadtheir blankets or to kindle their fires. They werefeeble; they could do nothing for themselves. Ourfathers commiserated their distress, and shared freelywith them whatever the Great Spirit had given to hisred children."
From TECUMSEH'S speech to the Osages.
TECUMSEH (Chief of the Shawanoes).
THE PROPHET (Brother of Tecumseh).
TARHAY (A Chief in love with Iena).
STAYETA (Chief of the Wyandots).
MIAMI, DELAWARE, KICKAPOO and DAHCOTA CHIEFS.Warriors, Braves, Josakeeds and Runners.
MAMATEE (Wife of Tecumseh).
IENA (Niece of Tecumseh).
WEETAMORE, WINONA and other Indian Maidens.
GENERAL HARRISON (Governor of Indiana
Territory).
BARRON (An Indian Agent).
TWANG, SLAUGH, GERKIN and BLOAT (Citizens of
Vincennes).
Five Councillors of Indiana Territory, Officers,Soldiers, Volunteers, Orderlies and Scouts.
GENERAL BROCK (Administrator of the Government of
Upper Canada).
COLONEL (afterwards General) PROCTOR. GLEGG,
MACDONELL, Aides-de-camp to General Brock.
NICHOL, BABY, ELIOTT, Colonels of Canadian
Volunteers.
McKEE, ROBINSON, Captains of Canadian Volunteers.
LEFROY (A poet-artist, enamoured of Indian life, andin love with IENA.)
Two Old men of York, U. E. Loyalists, and otherCitizens, Alien Settlers, Officers, Soldiers,Volunteers, Orderlies and Messengers.
Enter the PROPHET.
PROPHET. Twelve moons have wasted, and no tidingsstill!
Tecumseh must have perished! Joy has tears
As well as grief, and mine will freely flow—
Sembling our women's piteous privilege—
Whilst dry ambition ambles to its ends.
My schemes have swelled to greatness, and my name
Has flown so far upon the wings of fear
That nations tremble at its utterance.
Our braves abhor, yet stand in awe of me,
Who ferret witchcraft out, commune with Heaven,
And ope or shut the gloomy doors of death.
All feelings and all seasons suit ambition!
Yet my vindictive nature hath a craft,
In action slow, which matches mother-earth's:
First seed-time—then the harvest of revenge.
Who works for power, and not the good of men,
Would rather win by fear than lose by love.
Not so Tecumseh—rushing to his ends,
And followed by men's love—