Historical fiction; King Philip's War, 1675-1676 -- Fiction; War stories
The first attempt of the assailants was to burn the floor of the lower
apartment. In order to effect this, they threw vast piles of straw into
the basement. But ere the brand was applied, water had reduced the
inflammable material to a black and murky pile. Still the smoke had nearly
effected a conquest which the fire itself had failed to achieve. So
suffocating indeed were the clouds of vapor which ascended through the
crevices, that the females were compelled to seek a refuge in the attic.
Here the openings in the roof, and a swift current of air, relieved them,
in some degree, from its annoyance.
When it was found that the command of the well afforded the besieged the
means of protecting the wood-work of the interior, an effort was made to
cut off the communication with the water, by forcing a passage into the
circular stone shaft, through which it was drawn into the room above. This
attempt was defeated by the readiness of the youths, who soon cut holes in
the floor, whence they sent down certain death on all beneath. Perhaps no
part of the assault was more obstinate than that which accompanied this
effort; nor did either assailants or assailed, at any time during its
continuance, suffer greater personal injury. After a long and fierce
struggle, the resistance was effectual, and the savages had recourse to
new schemes in order to effect their ruthless object.
During the first moments of their entrance, and with a view to reap the
fruits of the victory when the garrison should be more effectually
subdued, most of the furniture of the dwelling had been scattered by the
conquerors on the side of the hill. Among other articles, some six or
seven beds had been dragged from the dormitories. These were now brought
into play, as powerful instruments in the assault. They were cast, one by
one, on the still burning though smothered flames, in the basement of the
block, whence they sent up a cloud of their intolerable effluvia. At this
trying moment, the appalling cry was heard in the block, that the well had
failed! The buckets ascended as empty as they went down, and they were
thrown aside as no longer useful. The savages seemed to comprehend their
advantage, for they profited by the confusion that succeeded among the
assailed, to feed the slumbering fires. The flames kindled fiercely, and
in less than a minute they became too violent to be subdued. They were
soon seen playing on the planks of the floor above. The subtle element
flashed from point to point, and it was not long ere it was stealing up
the outer side of the heated block itself.
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