On the tenth of February 1675, came the
Indians with great numbers upon Lancaster: their first coming was about
sunrising; hearing the noise of some guns, we looked out; several houses were
burning, and the smoke ascending to heaven. There were five persons taken in
one house; the father, and the mother and a sucking child, they knocked on the
head; the other two they took and carried away alive. There were two others,
who being out of their garrison upon some occasion were set upon; one was
knocked on the head, the other escaped; another there was who running along was
shot and wounded, and fell down; he begged of them his life, promising them
money (as they told me) but they would not hearken to him but knocked him in
head, and stripped him naked, and split open his bowels. Another, seeing many
of the Indians about his barn, ventured and went out, but was quickly shot
down. There were three others belonging to the same garrison who were killed;
the Indians getting up upon the roof of the barn, had advantage to shoot down
upon them over their fortification. Thus these murderous wretches went on,
burning, and destroying before them.
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