The mouldering corpses of a Spaniard, his wife, and four children lay scattered around, all scalped.

Our hero Crockett, who had so valiantly smitten the dissevered heads of the two Creeks who had been so treacherously murdered, confesses that the revolting spectacle of the whites, scalped and half devoured, caused him to shudder.

He writes: "I began to feel mighty ticklish along about this time; for I knowed if there was no danger then, there had been, and I felt exactly like there still was." The white soldiers, leading the Indians, continued their course until they reached the river.

Following it down, they came opposite the point where the wigwams stood upon the island.

The two Indian hunters who had been killed had gone out from this peaceful little encampment.