Battle of Horseshoe Bend (1814)

Battle Of Horseshoe Bend (1814)

Coordinates: 32°58′21.6″N 85°44′11.82″W / 32.972667°N 85.7366167°W / 32.972667; -85.7366167

Battle of Horseshoe Bend
Part of Creek War

The Battle of Horseshoe Bend
Date March 27, 1814
Location near Dadeville, Alabama
Result Decisive U.S. & allied Native American victory
Belligerents
Red Stick Creek United States
Lower Creek
Cherokee
Choctaw
Commanders and leaders
Monahee The Prophet
William Weatherford
Andrew Jackson

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Strength
~1,000 warriors American: ~2,000 infantry,
~700 cavalry,
unknown artillery
Native American: ~600 warriors
Casualties and losses
857 killed,
206 wounded
American:
47 killed
159 wounded
Native American:
23 killed
47 wounded
Creek War
  • Burnt Corn
  • Fort Mims
  • Tallushatchee
  • Talladega
  • Canoe Fight
  • Holy Ground
  • Emuckfaw and Enotachopo Creek
  • Horseshoe Bend
  • Bashi Skirmish

The Battle of Horseshoe Bend (also known as Tohopeka, Cholocco Litabixbee or The Horseshoe), was fought during the War of 1812 in central Alabama. On March 27, 1814, United States forces and Indian allies under Major General Andrew Jackson defeated the Red Sticks, a part of the Creek Indian tribe who opposed American expansion, effectively ending the Creek War.

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