Historical fiction; King Philip's War, 1675-1676 -- Fiction; War stories
All eyes followed the direction of the hand of the speaker, and there was
seen, of a certainty, something clinging to the inner side of one of the
timbers, that bore a marked resemblance to the human form. The part of the
stockades, where the seeming figure clung, lay more in obscurity than the
rest of the defences, and doubts as to its character were not alone
confined to the quick-sighted lad who had first detected its presence.
"Who hangs upon our palisadoes?" called Eben Dudley. "Speak, that we do
not harm a friend!"
The wood itself was not more immovable than the dark object, until the
report of the borderer's musket was heard, and then it came tumbling to
the earth like an insensible mass.
"Fallen like a stricken bear from his tree! Life was in it, or no bullet
of mine could have loosened the hold!" exclaimed Dudley, a little in
exultation as he saw the success of his aim.
"I will go forward, and see that he is past----"
The mouth of young Mark, was stopped by the hand of the stranger, who
calmly observed--
"I will look into the fate of the heathen, myself." He was about to
proceed to the spot, when the supposed dead, or wounded man, sprang to his
feet, with a yell that rang in echoes along the margin of the forest, and
bounded towards the cover of the buildings, with high and active leaps.
Two or three muskets sent their streaks of flame across his path, but
seemingly without success. Jumping in a manner to elude the certainty of
their fire, the unharmed savage gave forth another yell of triumph, and
disappeared among the angles of the dwellings. His cries were understood,
for answering whoops were heard in the fields, and the foe without again
rallied to the attack.
"This may not be neglected," said he who, more by his self-possession and
air of authority, than by any known right to command, had insensibly
assumed so much authority in the important business of that night. "One
like this, within our walls, may quickly bring destruction on the
garrison. The postern may be opened to an inroad----"
"A triple lock secures it," interrupted Content. "The key is hid where
none know to seek it, other than such as are of our household."
"And happily the means of passing the private wicket are in my
possession," muttered the other, in an under tone. "So far, well; but the
brand! the brand! the maidens must look to the fires and lights, while
the youths make good the stockade, since this assault admitteth not of
further delay."
So saying, the stranger gave an example of courage by proceeding to his
stand at the pickets, where, supported by his companions, he continued to
defend the approaches against a discharge of arrows and bullets that was
more distant, but scarcely less dangerous to the safety of those who
showed themselves on the side of the acclivity, than those which had been
previously showered upon the garrison.
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