Osceola

(When I was nearly grown to manhood in Brooklyn, New York (middle of 1838), I met one of the return’d U.S. Marines from Fort Moultrie, S.C. , and had long talks with him⁠—learn’d the occurrence below described⁠—death of Osceola. The latter was a young, brave, leading Seminole in the Florida war of that time⁠—was surrender’d to our troops, imprison’d, and literally died of “a broken heart” at Fort Moultrie. He sicken’d of his confinement⁠—the doctor and officers made every allowance and kindness possible for him; then the close.)