The Sorrowful Day of Attack

At length they came and beset our own house, and quickly it was the dolefullest day that ever mine eyes saw. The House stood upon the edg of a hill; some of the Indians got behind the hill, others into the Barn, and others behind any thing that could shelter them; from all which places they shot against the House, so that the Bullets seemed to f[l]y like hail; and quickly they wounded one man among us, then another, and then a third, About two hours (according to my observation, in that amazing time) they had been about the house before they prevailed to fire it (which they did with Flax and Hemp, which they brought out of the Barn . . . they fired it once and one ventured out and quenched it, but they quickly fired it again, and that took.

At length they came and beset our own house, and quickly it was the most sorrowful day that ever mine eyes beheld. The House stood upon the edge of a hill; some of the Indians got behind the hill, others into the Barn, and others behind any thing that could shelter them; from all which places they shot against the House, so that the Bullets seemed to fly like hail; and swiftly they wounded one man amongst us, then another, and then yet a third. About two hours (according to mine observation in that wondrous time) they had been about the house ere they prevailed to set fire to it (which they did with Flax and Hemp, which they brought out of the Barn . . . they lit it once and one ventured forth and quenched it, but swiftly they kindled it again, and that took.