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The entire horde of Indians, Tories, Canadians, English, and renegades, uttering a tremendous yell, rushed forward.Colonel Zebulon Butler, seeing the crisis, rode up and down in front of his men, shouting: "Don't leave me, my children! the victory is ours!" Bravely his officers strove to stop the retreat.Every captain who led a company into action was killed.Some of these captains were but boys.The men were falling by dozens.

All the Indians, by far the most formidable part of the invading force, were through the swamp now, and, dashing down their unloaded rifles, threw themselves, tomahawk in hand, upon the defense.Not more than two hundred of the Wyoming men were left standing, and the impact of seven or eight hundred savage warriors was so great that they were hurled back in confusion.Awail of grief and terror came from the other side of the river, where a great body of women and children were watching the fighting.

"The battle's lost," said Shif'less Sol,"Beyond hope of saving it," said Henry, "but, boys, we five are alive yet, and we'll do our best to help the others protect the retreat."They kept under cover, fighting as calmly as they could amid such a terrible scene, picking off warrior after warrior, saving more than one soldier ere the tomahawk fell.Shif'less Sol took a shot at "Indian" Butler, but he was too far away, and the bullet missed him.

"I'd give five years of my life if he were fifty yards nearer,"exclaimed the shiftless one.

But the invading force came in between and he did not get another shot.There was now a terrible medley, a continuous uproar, the crashing fire of hundreds of rifles, the shouts of the Indians, and the cries of the wounded.Over them all hovered smoke and dust, and the air was heavy, too, with the odor of burnt gunpowder.The division of old men and very young boys stood next, and the Indians were upon them, tomahawk in hand, but in the face of terrible odds all bore themselves with a valor worthy of the best of soldiers.Three fourths of them died that day, before they were driven back on the fort.

The Wyoming force was pushed away from the edge of the swamp, which had been some protection to the left, and they were now assailed from all sides except that of the river."Indian"Butler raged at the head of his men, who had been driven back at first, and who had been saved by the Indians.Timmendiquas, in the absence of Brant, who was not seen upon this field, became by valor and power of intellect the leader of all the Indians for this moment.The Iroquois, although their own fierce chiefs, I-Tiokatoo, Sangerachte, and the others fought with them, unconsciously obeyed him.Nor did the fierce woman, Queen Esther, shirk the battle.Waving her great tomahawk, she was continually among the warriors, singing her song of war and death.

They were driven steadily back toward the fort, and the little band crumbled away beneath the deadly fire.Soon none would be left unless they ran for their lives.The five drew away toward the forest.They saw that the fort itself could not hold out against such a numerous and victorious foe, and they had no mind to be trapped.But their retreat was slow, and as they went they sent bullet after bullet into the Indian flank.Only a small percentage of the Wyoming force was left, and it now broke.

Colonel Butler and Colonel Dennison, who were mounted, reached the fort.Some of the men jumped into the river, swam to the other shore and escaped.Some swam to a little island called Monocacy, and hid, but the Tories and Indians hunted them out and slew them.One Tory found his brother there, and killed him with his own hand, a deed of unspeakable horror that is yet mentioned by the people of that region.A few fled into the forest and entered the fort at night.