The Indians had become so hostile that the people could not wait for orders from the government, so they took their guns and drove the Indians back. Now they asked that the government pay them for this, as it did in other territories.

Some were opposed to doing this; but Jackson stuck to it and won his case. The government paid nearly twenty-three thousand dollars to the Tennessee Indian fighters.

At the end of this session of Congress Jackson went back to his home. Soon after this there was a vacancy from his State in the Senate, and he was appointed to fill it.

So the next year, 1797, when he went back to Philadelphia, he was a United States Senator. But Senator Jackson did not like the business of law-making, and he resigned from the Senate within a year, returned to Tennessee, and became a private citizen.

VI.

JACKSON BECOMES A JUDGE.

SOON after Jackson had left the Senate he became a store-keeper. He would purchase goods in Philadelphia and send them to Pittsburg in wagons, a distance of three hundred and fifty miles; from there they were sent down the Ohio River in flat-boats, and thence carried on pack-horses, through the wilderness, to Nashville.

This was certainly keeping store under difficulties, and we can imagine that the store was not a very extensive one.

But Jackson was not left long in private life. He was elected to a seat in the Supreme Court of the State. He did not desire to be a judge, but he had always said that a citizen should not seek nor decline public duty. He therefore accepted because he felt it his duty to do

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He held the office several years, when he resigned. During this time he had to travel over the State and hold court in different towns,

and many were his thrilling adventures among those half-civilized people.

The criminals and ruffians hated the judge, because they knew it was his business to deal justice and to punish them when they deserved it.

A judge had to be a man of iron nerve, or the ruffians would intimidate him. Jackson was just such a man. When he was angry his eyes shone like fire and no criminal could stand before him. He loved justice and despised crime and the oppression of the poor.

One of the most thrilling incidents in his life was at the trial of a criminal named Russell Bean. Bean was a very bad man; he would commit almost any brutal crime; he even cut off a baby's ears to spite its mother.

One day a warrant was issued for his arrest. Jackson was in the court room ready to give him a trial, but Bean refused to be arrested and defied the sheriff.

As he was armed with pistol and knife, the sheriff was afraid of him. The sheriff came in and told Jackson that the man sat on his horse

with drawn pistol and swore he would shoot anyone that came near him.

"Then summon a posse," cried Jackson.

The sheriff went out again, but soon returned and told Jackson that the men were all afraid to lay hands on the man.

"Then summon me," roared Jackson. The anger of Judge Jackson was now at its highest pitch; he leaped from the bench, ran out to where the desperado, Bean, was blustering and threatening, pointed his pistol at his head, and ordered him to surrender. Bean's nerve failed him; he dropped his pistol and said:

"There's no use, Jedge, I give in.”

He was then brought before the court and punished. He afterward said that no man could stand before the flashing eye of Judge Jackson.

One of the stories told of Jackson while he was judge is quite amusing, and shows how cool he was at a critical moment. He was riding along a lonely road in his gig when he met a ruffian who had been punished in court by him years before.

The man now thought he would have some

fun with the one who had sentenced him to punishment. He drew his pistol and ordered Jackson to dismount. Jackson coolly got out of the gig.

Now, dance for your life," said the man.

"How can I dance with these heavy boots on," answered Jackson, "let me get my slippers."

"All right," said the man, and Jackson quietly went to his valise. But instead of the slippers, he drew his pistol, whirled upon the man, and pointed it to his head. The man was so taken back that he lost his aim at the judge and stood trembling before him.

"Drop that pistol,” shouted Jackson, and he dropped it.

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'Now, dance," demanded Jackson, and the ruffian began to dance, Jackson pointing his pistol at him all the time. When the man had danced a long time and began to slacken his efforts from fatigue, Jackson said, "Keep on dancing."

So he made him dance till he could stand up no longer and fell helpless to the ground, and Jackson drove off.