Beadle's Dime Novels No. 95 — page 95: what you’re looking at

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consideration for his savage allies; in placing his zeal for his emperor before his humanity. ~The morning of the day came, the darkest day in the re- cords of colonial history. The Indians, maddened by drink, roamed about the field, snatching from the hands of the soldiers whatever pleased their savage fancies. These men, desirous of conciliating them, yielded readily, and even suffer- ed their arms to be taken from their hands sooner than arouse their passions. Emboldened by this, they contiffued their outrages, and at last came to violence. . A mother, anxious for the health of her child, refused to give up the shawl in which it was wrapped, the gaudy colors. of which had awakened the cupidity of the savage who had held by Jaques Chattillon in the night upon the lake shore. He tore the shrieking infant from her arms as the price of the gift. Then she offered every thing she had, but in vain. He killed the innocent thing before her very eyes, pealing out his savage war-cry. : This was the signal. The shout was repeated from a hundred throats. Others came together at the cry, and fell upon the stragglers who were: following the main body of soldiery out of the fort. 5 } Montcalm and his officers did all they could to allay their fury. Moran killed one savage with his own hands, and saved a woman whom he was about to tomahawk. In the confusion, this act of the partisan was not noticed, or he would probably have fallen a victim to the rage of the Hurons, The English soldiery, not daring to resist, lest all should be sacrificed, could enly look on in silent horror. Mannering, far away from the principal scene of slaughter, yet saw enough to make his blood boil with rage. The disorderly column pressed on through the woods, look- ing back from time to time as man after man dropped under _ the weapons of the red fiends who hung upon their flanks and made the woods ring with their screams of derision shaking gory scalps in the faces of husbands and fathers, who could only groan, not daring _ a hand. against the murderers, The retreat became a flight, and the disorderly remnant of that broken force found shelter within the walls of Edward, conicloooks.com