But long he rested not to settle his new Estate, but there came News, that certain Regiments of stragling _Tartars,_ were foraging those Parts towards _Moldavia. Meldritch_ with thirteen thousand Men was sent against them, but when they heard it was the _Crim-Tartar,_ and his two Sons, with an Army of thirty thousand; and _Jeremy,_ that had escaped with fourteen or fifteen thousand, lay in ambush for them about _Langanaw,_ he retired towards _Rottenton,_ a strong Garrison for _Rodol;_ but they were so invironed with these hellish numbers, they could make no great hast for skirmishing with their Scouts, Foragers, and small Parties that still encountred them. But one night amongst the rest, having made a passage through a Wood, with an incredible expedition, cutting Trees thwart each other to hinder their passage, in a thick Fogg, early in the Morning, unexpectedly they met two thousand loaded with Pillage, and two or three hundred Horse and Cattel; the most of them were slain and taken Prisoners, who told them where _Jeremy_ lay in the passage, expecting the _Crim-Tartar_ that was not far from him. _Meldritch_ intending to make his passage by force, was advised of a pretty Stratagem, by the English _Smith,_ which presently he thus accomplished; for having accommodated two or three hundred Trunks with wild-fire, upon the Heads of Lances, and charging the Enemy in the night, gave fire to the Trunks, which blazed forth such Flames and Sparkles, that it so amazed not only their Horses, but their Foot also; that by the means of this flaming Encounter, their own Horses turned Tails with such fury, as by their violence overthrew _Jeremy_ and his Army, without any loss at all to speak of to _Meldritch._ But of this Victory, long they triumphed not; for being within three Leagues of _Rottenton,_ the _Tartar,_ with near forty thousand so beset them, that they must either fight, or be cut in pieces flying. Here _Busca,_ and the Emperour had their desire; for the Sun no sooner displayed his Beams, than the _Tartar_ his Colours; where at mid-day he stayed a while, to see the Passage of a tyrannical and treacherous imposture, till the Earth did blush with the blood of Honesty, that the Sun for shame did hide himself, from so monstrous sight of a cowardly Calamity. It was a most brave sight to see the Banners and Ensigns streaming in the Air, the glittering of Armour, the variety of Colours, the motion of Plumes, the forests of Lances, and the thickness of shorter Weapons, till the silent Expedition of the bloody blast from the murdering Ordnance, whose roaring Voice is not so soon heard, as felt by the aimed at Object, which made among them a most lamentable slaughter. * * * * * CHAP. XI. _The names of the_ English _that were slain in the Battel of_ Rottenton; _and how Captain_ Smith _was taken Prisoner, and sold for a Slave._