Because our people were so crazed that they fled in a body, as does a drove of sheep, we might have been pursued, but, where there were so many victims, the human wolves could not spend time to search for three when it might be possible to kill a dozen, therefore did we escape. There are nights even now when, in my sleep, I see that plain covered with dead bodies, and hear again the horrible yells of fiendish glee and screams of pain, as one and another of those whom I had known and held converse with were cut down in the flight. Again I run desperately, panting for breath, and see behind me the uplifted knife dripping blood, or the tomahawk crimsoned with the life fluid of my friends. Please God I may never again be called upon to take part in such a horror, beside which the bloodiest battle that was ever fought is commonplace. It was Master Morley who took command immediately we were screened from view by the bushes, and neither Giles nor I had any mind to question his authority. We had filled our stomachs and pockets with food while at Forty Fort, but, even though I had been on the verge of starvation, it would have been impossible to swallow a mouthful while all that horrible scene was before me,--while the shrieks of those who were being murdered still rang in my ears, and, when Master Morley asked if we would eat before continuing the flight, I was sickened. We remained within earshot of all those dreadful cries not more than three minutes,--only long enough for me to get back my wind, and then Master Morley plunged yet farther into the swamp, we following as best we might until, as nearly as could be judged, we were a mile or more to the northward of Wintermoot’s. Then we halted until night was come, and, while lying there in the water and mud, Master Morley told us what he would do in order to circle around John Butler’s fiends, who by this time must have been literally drunken with blood. He claimed to be able to lead us to the river as well in the darkness as when the sun was shining, and we were only too glad to do as he proposed. When we were finally clear of the swamp, so far from the battle-field that no sound either of anguish or exultation could be heard, it struck me that the country looked familiar, and I began to fear it might have been possible, in our fear and horror, we had turned toward the south instead of the north, when suddenly we came upon what had once been Fort Jenkins, but was now only blackened ruins. The enemy made no attempt to hold it when we Minute Boys were forced to retreat, but had applied the torch, and that which had cost the people of Wyoming so much of labor was but a marking of half-burned logs. “We are now opposite the Pittstown stockades,” Giles March said, speaking for the first time since this second portion of our flight had been resumed. “Think you we would have any chance of safety by going there?”