Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1874-04-14

cries; and three more rounds were nreu
at close quarters. some Of the combatants
being not more than twice the length OF
their guns apart. Captain Loyewell was
morlally wounded; but leaning against
tree he continued to fight; and he was
seen with gun in his hands ready to fire,
when he was too far gone to speak.
Others did the same.
Eight were now dead besides the Cap.
tain, and several others badly wounded,
and the enemy attempted TO surround
those who remained. Ensign Wyman.
who had taken command, ordered them
to fall back 10 the pond; which was done
in good order. On their right was Battle
Brook, on the lett, rocky point, in front.
on one side belt of tall pines afforded a
partial shelter, while on the other they
were further protected by deep bog
Hero for eight terrible hours the saSagcs
bcset them on front and flank. They
howlcd like wolves, they barkcd like
dogs, they roared and yelled like demons
in their rage; yet the intrepid little band
was not dismhyed, but encouraged each
other with cheers. and answered the say.
ages with shouts of defiance.
The chaplain of this brave little COM
pany was Jonathan Frye, youth not yet
twenty one, but already greatly beloved
for his piety and excellence. lie had
Tough. bravoly with the rest until the
middle OF the afternoon. when he received
IL mortal wound. Unable TO fight longer.
he betook himself to prayer for his cont
rades, and God, we know. has soma.
times made prayers more effectual than
arms. At one time in the afternoon the
savages withdrew 10 little distance and
seemed 10 be "powwowing." Ensign
Wyman crept up and fired into the group,
killing one who seemed 10 be q leader.
Afterwards some OF the Indians came
towards the English and held up ropes,
shouting, "Will you have quarter'"
"Yes.-at the muzzle OF our guns
replied the heroic men. They preferred
TO die by bullets rather than by torture, or
in n cruel captivity; but. chiefly, they
were determined 10 stand by each other
TO the last.
The fight was long. and some OF The
guns became foul with so much firing
and John Chamberlain went down 10 the
water TO wash his piece. Just then IN
Indian came down for the same purpose,
not more than gunshot off. In hate and
fear they watched each others motions
rs the cleansing was performed. They
finished together. and commenced to
load.
"Quick me kill you now," exclaimed
the Indian.
MAY he not" answered Chamberlain,
humping the brccch OF his gun heavily
upon the ground.
His old flint.lock primed itself, and
moment later his bullet crushed through
the brain OF the huge savage, whose
bullet whistled harmlessly up in he air
Many histories state that this Indian was
Paugus, chief greatly dreaded by the
English. There is however ballad
written at that period, which says
"And yet our valiant Englishmen
In dsht were ne'cr dsmayed
But still they kept their motion,
And wyman Captain made
Who shot the old chief, Pausus,
Which did the toe defeat;
Then set his men in order,
And brought of the retreat"
There was no way Of escape from the
spo, rs long rs the foe hung about them
aud they were entirely without food since
The morning-the Indians having secured
their packs; yet never word of surren.
der escaped their lips. Just before dark
the savages retired from the field, taking
with them their own wounded, but leay.
ing the dead bodies OF Lovewelrs men
unscalped. The English remained on
the ground until about midnight, when it
was thought best to attempt retreat.
Ten OF their number were already dead,
fourteen wounded, ono missing, and only
nine uninjured.
Solomon Kles, exhausted by fatigue,
and loss OF blood from three wounds,
had crawled slowly and painfully to the
edge of the pond, with the intention OF
throwing himself into the water at some
spot where The savages would not find
and mangle his lifeless body. Proyi.
dentially he spied birch canoe near by.
which he managed to enter; and lying
there almost unconscious, he was slowly
drilted by the wind to the western side of
the pond. After while he recovered his
strength little, SO that he finally reached
the fort at Ossipce Pond.
Painful as it was. two Of the mortally
wounded had to be left. When the moon
rose the others started on the retreat but
after travelling a mile and half. four
more sank to the ground. unable TO sup
port themselves longer. These were
Lieutenant Farwell, Chaplain Frye, and
privates Davis and Jones; and, at their
request, their companions went on with
out them. After resting awhile they felt
stronger, and went on again 4 little dis
tance. then rested again; and thus con.
tinued for several days. But they grew
weaker and weaker, and, first, Frye was
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