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244 WISCONSIN HISTORICAL COLLECTIONS.
few Sauks, Pottawattamies, and Chippewas, are said to have
fought with, and been whipped by Geii. WAYNE in 1794. In
1813, DIXON, the famous British emissary, gathered one hun-
dred and fifty Sioux, one hundred and fifty Winnebagoes, and
three hundred Sauks and Poxes, and marched them to Malden,
They were told that the Yankees, or Long Knives, were great
cowards, and that they were rich in plunder. These Indians
thought, from the representations, that they could whip five
Yankees a-piece, and were anxious for the fight and the ex-
pected spoils. They would have no delay-would wait for no
campaign preparations; they must go at once, or go home.
Qen. PROCTOR, then in command at that post, being unwill-
ing to lose such valuable auxiliaries, sent then1 under the infa-
mous ELLIOTT, going himself with five hundred regulars.
These eleven hundred men composed the British force who
attacked Fort Stevenson, Lower Sandusky; in which there
were but one hundred and fifty-three troops under the valiant
Major CROGHAN. The defeat they met with was so great that
the Indians, disappointed, dispirited, and crest-fallen, refused
to return to Malden to receive the usual presents, but started
for home by way of Chicago; not more than half of those who
left their homes ever roached them again.
In that expedition LITTLE CROW, tho head chief of the
Sioux, with his son, the late LITTLE CROW, then eighteen
years of age, led their one hundred and fifty braves to the
fated field, the younger LITTLE CROW being wounded in the
face, the scar of which he carried to his grave. This, I was
informed by that chief, was the only time that the Dahkota
ever raised the tomahawk against the whites.
In 1837, when I established a mission in Little Crow village,
a short distance below where St. Paul now stands, perceiving
the scar on his face, I asked him where he got the wound? He
said, "at Sandusky." I told him that I was close by, at
Seneca. At this he sprang to his feet, and grasped my hand
as that of an old friend, and expremed pleasure at our meeting.