Historical fiction; King Philip's War, 1675-1676 -- Fiction; War stories
The quick ear of Ruth had not deceived her. The tumult of the assault was
gradually receding from the works, and though the flashings of the muskets
and the bellowing reports that rang in the surrounding forest were not
less frequent than before, it was plain that the critical moment of the
onset was already past. In place of the fierce effort to carry the place
by surprise, the savages had now resorted to means that were more
methodical, and which, though not so appalling in appearance, were perhaps
quite as certain of final success. Ruth profited by a momentary cessation
in the flight of the missiles, to seek those in whose welfare she had
placed her chief concern.
"Has other, than brave Dudley, suffered by this assault?" demanded the
anxious wife, as she passed swiftly among a group of dusky figures that
were collected in consultation, on the brow of the declivity; "has any
need of such care as a woman's hand may bestow? Heathcote, thy person is
unharmed!"
"Truly, one of great mercy hath watched over it, for little opportunity
hath been given to look to our own safety. I fear that some of our young
men have not regarded the covers with the attention that prudence
requires."
"The thoughtless Mark hath not forgotten my admonitions! Boy, thou hast
never lost sight of duty so far as to precede thy father?"
"One sees or thinks but little of the red-skins, when the whoop is ringing
among the timbers of the palisadoes, mother," returned the boy, dashing
his hand across his brow, in order that the drops of blood which were
trickling from a furrow left by the passage of an arrow, might not be
seen. "I have kept near my father, but whether in his front or in his
rear, the darkness hath not permitted me to note."
"The lad hath behaved in a bold and seemly manner," said the stranger;
"and he hath shown the metal of his grandsire's stock--ha! what is't we
see gleaming among the sheds? A sortie may be needed, to save the
granaries and thy folds from destruction!"
"To the barns! to the barns!" shouted two of the youths, from their
several look-outs. "The brand is in the buildings!" exclaimed a maiden
who discharged a similar duty under cover of the dwellings. Then
followed a discharge of muskets, all of which were levelled at the
glancing light that was glaring in fearful proximity to the combustible
materials which filled the most of the out-buildings. A savage yell, and
the sudden extinguishment of the blazing knot, announced the fatal
accuracy of the aim.
"This may not be neglected!" exclaimed Content, moved to extraordinary
excitement by the extremity of the danger. "Father!" he called aloud,
"'tis fitting time to show our utmost strength."
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