attaching through these to the recognized head-chief of the nation.  Strong representations and protests against the treaty were sent to Washington, and serious complications were threatened, very nearly producing collision between the State of Georgia and the General Government.  The hostility to McIntosh and his party culminated in a conspiracy for his assassination.  Fifty warriors were selected, headed by a chief for the purpose.  These received their orders, which were that on a day designated they should concentrate at a given spot, and at night proceed to the house of McIntosh, in secret, and surrounding it at or near daylight, call him up, and as he came forth, all were to fire upon him.  His brother, his son, and son-in-law, Rolla and Chillie McIntosh, and Hawkins, were all doomed to die, and by the hands of this executory band.  That there might be no mistake as to the day, each warrior was furnished with a bundle of sticks of wood, each of these represented a day—­the whole, the number of days intervening between the time of receiving them, and the day of execution.  Every night upon the going down of the sun one of these was to be thrown away—­the last one, on the night of concentration and assassination.  It was death to betray the trust reposed, or to be absent from the point of rendezvous at the time appointed.

The secret was faithfully kept—­every one was present.  The house of McIntosh stood immediately upon the bank of the Chattahoochee River, at the point or place now known as McIntosh’s Reserve.  It was approached and surrounded under the cover of night, and so stealthily as to give no warning even to the watch-dogs.  McIntosh and his son Chillie were the only victims in the house, the two others were away.  Hawkins was at his own home, Rolla McIntosh no one knew where.  Hopothlayohola had accompanied this band, but not in the character of chief.  The command was delegated to another.  This chief knocked at the door, and commanded McIntosh to come out and meet his doom.  The Reverend Francis Flornoy, a Baptist preacher, was spending the night with the chief, and was in a room with Chillie.  The chief McIntosh knew his fate, and, repairing to the apartment of his guest and son, told them he was about to die, and directing his son to escape from the rear of the house, and across the river, said he would meet his fate as a warrior.  Taking his rifle, he went to the front door, and throwing it open, fired upon the array of warriors as he gave the war-whoop, and, in an instant after, fell dead; pierced with twenty balls.  Chillie, at this moment, sprang from the window, leaped into the river, and made his escape, though fired at repeatedly.  A detachment was immediately sent to execute Hawkins at his home, which was successful in effecting it.

Soon after this tragic occurrence, the McIntosh party, consisting of fully one-half the nation, emigrated to the lands granted them west of the State of Arkansas, and made there a home.  The remainder of the Creeks retired to the district of country between the Chattahoochee and Line Creek, only to learn that to remain upon this circumscribed territory was certain destruction.