Not long after the massacre at Fort Mims, a council was called by Red Eagle. The Chief had been told that Colonel Claiborne’s men were camped near the holy ground and were getting ready for an attack. The Creek braves sat around the circle in their war clothes. The spies had come in and the chief was giving orders for the battle.

     The Indians could not believe that the white men would be so foolish as to attack the holy ground. It was the one place in which all Indians were safe from harm. They believed that if a bullet struck an Indian when he was on holy ground, it would split in two and fall harmlessly to Mother Earth and that if the white man put his foot on the holy ground he would fall dead on the spot. How could it be that the white man would dare walk on holy ground? The Indians could not understand it but they prepared for battle.

     Red Eagle knew that the holy ground would not protect them this time; it was no safer than any other ground. He did not believe such foolish things, but he knew that the other Indians did believe this, so he sent the women and children and old ones of the tribe to a place of safety outside the holy ground. Lilla Beazley, with an old woman servant, was sent with them.

     Claiborne’s men swept into the holy ground at sunrise and with their guns shot down the Creek Indians by the hundreds. The Creeks believed that the bullets could not hurt them so they did not fight. A few of the frightened warriors escaped into the forest.

     Red Eagle, finding himself alone, rode swiftly into the middle of the river and towards the river bank with the white soldiers. He rode right past them with the white soldiers close at his heels, shooting at him.  There were hundreds of bullets all around him as he rode on with his horse headed straight for the high banks of the river. As the horse reached the edge of the river, Red Eagle urged him on and to the great surprise of the white men, the horse, with his rider, jumped from that high bluff down into the water below. As the white soldiers reached the edge of the bluff, Red Eagle was seen riding his horse up the other side of the river bank. He gave one loud scream and said, “We have the power of the Great Spirit,” and then rode swiftly into the woods.