Historical fiction; King Philip's War, 1675-1676 -- Fiction; War stories
Content and the stranger were in fact met in consultation over the danger
which threatened destruction to their most important means of defence. The
savages themselves appeared to be conscious that the flames were working
in their favour; for their efforts sensibly slackened, and having already
severely suffered in their attempts to annoy the garrison, they had fallen
back to their covers, and awaited the moment when their practised cunning
should tell them they might, with more flattering promises of success,
again, rally to the onset. A brief explanation served to make Ruth
acquainted with the imminent jeopardy of their situation. Under a sense of
a more appalling danger, she lost the recollection of her former purpose,
and with a contracted and sorrowing eye, she stood like her companions, in
impotent helplessness, an entranced spectator of the progress of the
destruction.
"A soldier should not waste words in useless plaints," observed the
stranger, folding his arms like one who was conscious that human effort
could do no more, "else should I say, 'tis pity that he who drew yon line
of stockade hath not remembered the uses of the ditch."
"I will summon the maidens to the wells," said Ruth.
"'Twill not avail us. The arrow would be among them, nor could mortal long
endure the heat of yon glowing furnace. Thou seest that the timbers
already smoke and blacken, under its fierceness."
The stranger was still speaking, when a small quivering flame played on
the corners of the palisado nearest the burning pile. The element
fluttered like a waving line along the edges of the heated wood, after
which it spread over the whole surface of the timber, from its larger base
to the pointed summit. As if this had merely been the signal of a general
destruction, the flames kindled in fifty places at the same instant, and
then the whole line of the stockade, nearest the conflagration, was
covered with fire. A yell of triumph arose in the fields, and a flight of
arrows, sailing tauntingly into the works, announced the fierce impatience
of those who watched the increase of the conflagration.
"We shall be driven to our block," said Content "Assemble thy maidens,
Ruth, and make speedy preparation for the last retreat."
"I go; but hazard not thy life in any vain endeavor to retard the flames.
There will yet be time for all that is needful to our security."
"I know not," hurriedly observed the stranger. "Here cometh the assault in
a new aspect!"
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