The Cavaliers of Virginia, vol. 2 of 2: or, The Recluse of Jamestown; An historical romance of the Old DominionCaruthers, William Alexander
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The Cavaliers of Virginia, vol. 2 of 2: or, The Recluse of Jamestown; An historical romance of the Old Dominion
Caruthers, William Alexander
Virginia -- History -- Colonial period, ca. 1600-1775 -- Fiction
These various movements were but the work of a few moments. Meantime the
painted and ghastly warriors, rendered still more horrible by the
flaring lights which they bore in their hands, and by the reeking
instruments of death which they swung over their head with such unerring
precision, were pouring over the walls upon the devoted band in
countless hordes. So intently were they engaged, that the evolutions of
their enemies had entirely escaped their attention; and indeed the
Colonists themselves, who were fighting hand to hand with the savages,
had not observed the movement, until the voices of their commanders
urged them to fall back upon the newly formed line. As Bacon had
calculated, no sooner were the engaged troops made to understand the
orders, and induced to recede, than a partial separation was effected,
which was fatal to the Aboriginals. The retreating Colonists were almost
immediately under the protection of the line already braced in solid
column, and standing to the charge[7] ready for the expected pursuers. A
company of the mounted Cavaliers was broken up into squads, and these
were actively engaged in hewing down the pursuers, or cutting off their
retreat to the protection of the fort. In a short time a complete line
of separation was formed between the two armies, save where, here and
there, two athletic men of the opposite races, both having lost their
arms in the contest, struggled in the death gripe. Here an iron handed
mechanist of the city clenched a warrior's throat--the eyes of the
victim protruding frightfully from his head in the glaring light, and
his tongue hanging from his mouth like that of a rabid animal, until he
fell as a lump of clay among the hundreds of both parties who had gone
before. There a grim warrior struggled with another, making desperate
efforts to reach his knife, which the soldier as constantly struggled to
prevent. Yonder among the heaps of slain, lay two of the differing
races, fallen to the earth in a mutual but deadly clasp, each holding
the other by the throat, until the struggle became one of mere
endurance, and, strange to say, the white man generally conquered.
[Footnote 7: The bayonet was just then coming into use, but was inserted
into a round piece of wood, which was thrust into the muzzle of the
musket.]
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