He fired, but missed me. I turned and shot him, as he raised his hand to throw his tomahawk. He fell and was quite dead by the time I reached him.
It's no pleasant sight to look on the face of a man you have just killed, even though you have right on your side, and he be only a redskin.
One glance at that face and the staring eyes was enough. I felt weak and guilty as I knelt by him, and picked up his rackets, gun, and ammunition. I took his fur mantle, too, for I had thrown away my blanket, and knew that I should be cold before the night was over.
I wandered through the woods till the moon rose, and gave me the direction to take. Then I came to the lake and went out on it, and at last got to the Narrows, where I found what was left of our party. Edmund and Amos were with them. Rogers had sent a messenger for assistance.
Over two-thirds of our party were killed or missing. And of those who remained, there were but few who did not have some cut or bullet wound.
We were exhausted. The men had thrown away their blankets, and the night was bitter cold.
We could not have fires, as they would have been beacon lights to the enemy, showing them where we were.
We huddled together like sheep for warmth, and I gave my mantle to a poor fellow who was badly wounded.
THEY RETURN TO FORT EDWARD