“Young Penswataway, our leader, stout old Cornstalk’s gallant son,
At the breach we had thus opened, entered in the foremost one.
“He had battled at Point Pleasant, and escaped the deadly ball,
By the weapon of a woman at the dead of night to fall.
“There she stood, that fearless woman, in her hand a heavy axe;
Came a sound of skull-bone crashing, and he died there in his tracks.
“Then, as four more strove to enter at the breach within the door,
One by one my slaughtered comrades sank and died upon the floor.
“Thus that stern unflinching woman managed five of us to slay,
And with axe and blow so ready those surviving kept at bay.