|When this work was commenced, several years ago, it was not expected that it would become in size what it has grown to be. It was then expected only to give facts in regard to the Creek war as connected with the white settlers in what is now South Alabama, giving especially a fuller account of the attack on Fort Sinquefield with other gathered reminiscences and traditions. But when large libraries were examined and many historical works were consulted, and so little that was really reliable could be found in regard to that border war, and its real beginning seeming to be altogether unknown to Northern writers, it was thought best to make thorough research and to prepare a somewhat voluminous work for the sake of those, or for the use of those, who, in years to come in the North as well as in the South, might justly be expected to be interested in a work as full, and, in some respects, as minute in details, as this.
If, therefore, any readers should think that some of the chapters, as those in regard to Tecumseh and Fort Mims, are more full than was needful, or that, in some others, too many personal, biographical incidents and sketches or notes are given, let them please bear in mind that the work is designed for more than one class of readers; let the more critical charitably trust that there will be some readers interested in the minute details and the apparent digressions; and let all who may read rest assured that the authors have, with the idea of different classes of readers before their minds, endeavored faithfully to obtain and impartially to present historic truth.
November 19, 1894.
Well may the inhabitants of Alabama, especially,
say in regard to the Red men,
"Though 'mid the forests where they roved,
There rings no hunter's shout,
Yet their names are on our waters,
And we may not wash them out;"
for well, of the Indian tongue, as speaking in
the flowing waters, does an Alabama poet say,
"'Tis heard where CHATTAHOOCHEE: pours
His yellow tide along;
It sounds on TALLAPOOSA'S shores,
And COOSA swells the Song;
Where lordly ALABAMA sweeps,
The symphony remains;
And young CAHAWA proudly keeps
The echo of its strains;
Where TUSCALOOSA'S waters glide,
From stream and town 'tis heard,
And dark TOMBECKBEE'S winding tide
Repeats the olden word;
Afar, where Nature brightly wreathed
Fit Edens for the free,
Along TUSCUMBIA'S bank 'tis breathed,
By stately TENNESSEE;
And south, where, from CONECUH'S springs,
ESCAMBIA'S waters steal,
The ancient melody still rings,
From TENSAW and MOBILE."