The Works of Edgar Allan Poe — Volume 3Poe, Edgar Allan
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The Works of Edgar Allan Poe — Volume 3
Poe, Edgar Allan
American fiction -- 19th century; Fantasy fiction; Horror tales, American
That they would succeed in so doing could not be doubted for an
instant. The six men left in the vessel, however resolutely they
might engage in her defence, were altogether unequal to the
proper management of the guns, or in any manner to sustain a
contest at such odds. I could hardly imagine that they would make
resistance at all, but in this was deceived; for presently I saw
them get springs upon the cable, and bring the vessel’s starboard
broadside to bear upon the canoes, which by this time were within
pistol range, the rafts being nearly a quarter of a mile to
windward. Owing to some cause unknown, but most probably to the
agitation of our poor friends at seeing themselves in so hopeless
a situation, the discharge was an entire failure. Not a canoe was
hit or a single savage injured, the shots striking short and
ricocheting over their heads. The only effect produced upon them
was astonishment at the unexpected report and smoke, which was so
excessive that for some moments I almost thought they would
abandon their design entirely, and return to the shore. And this
they would most likely have done had our men followed up their
broadside by a discharge of small arms, in which, as the canoes
were now so near at hand, they could not have failed in doing
some execution, sufficient, at least, to deter this party from a
farther advance, until they could have given the rafts also a
broadside. But, in place of this, they left the canoe party to
recover from their panic, and, by looking about them, to see that
no injury had been sustained, while they flew to the larboard to
get ready for the rafts.
The discharge to larboard produced the most terrible effect. The
star and double-headed shot of the large guns cut seven or eight
of the rafts completely asunder, and killed, perhaps, thirty or
forty of the savages outright, while a hundred of them, at least,
were thrown into the water, the most of them dreadfully wounded.
The remainder, frightened out of their senses, commenced at once
a precipitate retreat, not even waiting to pick up their maimed
companions, who were swimming about in every direction, screaming
and yelling for aid. This great success, however, came too late
for the salvation of our devoted people. The canoe party were
already on board the schooner to the number of more than a
hundred and fifty, the most of them having succeeded in
scrambling up the chains and over the boarding-netting even
before the matches had been applied to the larboard guns. Nothing
now could withstand their brute rage. Our men were borne down at
once, overwhelmed, trodden under foot, and absolutely torn to
pieces in an instant.
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