On the third of July, Colonel Zebulon Butler, of the Continental1 army, had marched forth2 at the head of his two hundred and odd boys, old men, and a few able-bodied soldiers to meet his cousin, the British Colonel Butler, with his horde3 of soldiers, Tories, and Iroquois Indians.
"We come out to fight, not only for liberty," said the patriot4 leader, as the battle was about to open, "but for our lives and that which is dearer than our lives—to preserve our homes from conflagration5, and our wives and children from the tomahawk."
For a time all went well, and Colonel Zebulon Butler began to hope that the marauders would be driven off, but his force was unsteady, and some of them gave way when they saw their enemies as they swarmed6 out of the woods and assailed7 them.
The trembling mothers who were prayerfully listening to the sounds of battle on the plain above, heard the regular platoon firing which showed that all was going well; but, by and by, the increasing yells, the dropping shots, the blaze of musketry from the swamp on the left of the fighting settlers, where the Iroquois were rushing forth, the panic-stricken fugitives8 coming into sight here and there, white, panting and wild, told the dreadful truth. The patriots9 had been overwhelmed by the invaders10, who were driving everything before them. But a single hope remained—flight.
Some might succeed in reaching the mountains on the other side the river, and possibly a few would be able to force their way through the dismal11 wilderness12 known as the "Shades of Death," and reach Stroudsburg and the sparse13 settlements on the upper Delaware, many miles away.
The moment the patriots began flying before the Tories and Indians, the panic spread to all.
It is a historical fact that in the flight the pursuers shot many of the patriot officers and soldiers in the thigh14, so as to disable them from running, and left them on the ground to be finally disposed of afterwards, while the Iroquois hastened after the other fugitives.
Many of these were tomahawked in their flight; others fled down the river banks in the direction of Wilkesbarre, on the opposite side of the river; others made for the mountains back of the battle-ground; still others hastened to the protection of the Forty Fort, while a great many found a temporary refuge in the undergrowth of Monocacy Island, in the Susquehanna. Still others got across the river and plunged15 into the mountainous wilderness and began their toilsome tramp through the section I have named, and which is still known as the "Shades of Death."
It was at this hour that Fred Godfrey galloped16 directly into the massacre17 in his desperate resolve to do all he could to save his friends.
He had turned off from the main highway, and was making toward a point whence came the sounds of sharp firing, and such shouts as to show that some unusual conflict was going on. He caught glimpses of figures moving among the trees, but he paid no heed18 to them, and pressed steadily19 forward over a half-broken path until he was stopped in the most startling manner that can be imagined—that is, by a rifle-shot.
Some one fired from the front, and undoubtedly20 would have struck the youthful rider, had not his horse at the very instant snuffed the danger and flung up his head. The action saved the life of the rider at the expense of the steed, who received the cruel bullet and lunged forward and fell to the ground with such suddenness that but for the dexterity21 of Fred Godfrey he would have been crushed.
As it was, the youth saved himself by a hair's breadth, leaping clear of the saddle and brute22 just in the nick of time.
The thin wreath of smoke was curling upward from the undergrowth, and the horse was in the act of falling, when a Seneca Indian, in his war paint and agleam with ferocity, bounded from the cover, and with his smoking gun in his hand and the other grasping the handle of his tomahawk, dashed towards the patriot, whom he evidently believed was badly wounded.
"I'm not in that business just now," snapped out Fred Godfrey, leveling and firing his pistol, with the muzzle25 almost in the face of the fierce warrior26.
The aim could not have been more accurate. The subsequent incidents of the Wyoming massacre were of no interest to that Seneca warrior, for the sharp crack of the little weapon was scarcely more sudden than was the ending of his career.
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