1ST OFFICER. Report it so unto our General!
[Exit 3RD OFFICER.]
'Tis worth our long march through the forest wild
To view these silent plains! The Prophet's Town,
Sequestered yonder like a hermitage,
Disturbs not either's vast of solitude,
But rather gives, like graveyard visitors,
To deepest loneliness a deeper awe.
[Re enter 3RD OFFICER.]
3RD OFFICER. I need not go, for Harrison is here.
[Enter GENERAL HARRISON, his force following.]
1ST OFFICER. Methinks you like the place; some thanks we owe Unto the Prophet's chiefs for good advice.
HARRISON. (Looking around keenly).
These noble oaks, the streamlet to our rear,
This rank wild grass—wood, water and soft beds!
The soldier's luxuries are here together.
1ST OFFICER. Note, too, the place o'erlooks the springy
plain
Which lies betwixt us and the Prophet's Town.
I think, sir, 'tis a very fitting place.
HARRISON. A fitting place if white men were our foes;
But to the red it gives a clear advantage.
Sleep like the weasel here, if you are wise!