an hour, the whole work of destruction was finished,
and two only of the English
had fallen in the battle.
The sun, as it rose serenely in the a withess of the victory.
With the light of morning, three hundred or more Pequod warriors were descried, as they proudly appreached from their second fort.
They had anticipated success; what was their horror as they beheld the smoking ruins, strewn with the half-consumed flesh of so many hundreds of their race!
They stamped on the ground, and tore their hair; but it was in vain to attempt revenge; then and always, to the close of the war, the feeble manner of the natives hardly deserved, says Mason
, the name of fighting; their defeat was certain, and unattended with much loss to the English
The aborigines were never formidable in battle, till they became supplied with the weapons of European
A portion of the troops hastened homewards to protect the settlements from any sudden attack; while Mason
, with about twenty men, marched across the country from the vicinity of New London to the English
fort at Saybrook
He reached the river at sunset; but Gardner
, who commanded the fort, observed his approach; and never did the heart of a Roman consul, returning in triumph, swell more than the pride of Mason
and his friends, when they found themselves received as victors, and ‘nobly entertained with many great guns.’
In a few days, the troops from Massachusetts
arrived, attended by Wilson
; for the ministers always shared every hardship and every danger.
The remnants of the Pequods were pursued into their hiding-places; every wigwam was burned, every settlement was