“Heavens! what means that crimson, that glow[100] on the fleecy sky?
See how it spreads[101] and deepens! Look! our cabins are ablaze!”
Then Roderick paused in terror at the sight that met his gaze.
Light grew the wood about[102] them; their shadows fell before,
For behind[103] them on the hillside leaped the flames from Harry’s door:
“On[104] for your lives!” screamed Harry, “on for little Nell!”
Then, like an answering challenge, rose the distant Indians’ yell.
Bang! bang! “That’s Joe replying; he’ll fight ’em game and well,”
Were the words that Harry uttered; “God[105] spare my darling Nell!”
This from the pallid mother; and the settlers fairly flew