The Original Account of Capt. John Lovewell's "great Fight" with the Indians: At Pequawket, May 8, 1725

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P. B. Cogswell, printer, 1861 - Pigwacket Fight, 1725 - 48 pages
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Page 12 - And the Lord said unto Moses, Write this for a memorial in a book, and rehearse it in the ears of Joshua : for I will utterly put out the remembrance of Amalek from under heaven.
Page 38 - The Indians lie in ambush, in some place nigh at hand, In order to surround us upon this neck of land ; Therefore we'll march in order, and each man leave his pack That we may briskly fight them, when they make their attack.
Page 25 - Robbins* desired his companions to charge his gun and leave it with him, which they did ; he declaring that, "As the Indians will come in the morning to scalp me, I will kill one more of them if I can.
Page 38 - Twas nigh unto Pigwacket, on the eighth day of May, They spied a rebel Indian, soon after break of day ; He on a bank was walking, upon a neck of land, Which leads into a pond, as we're made to understand. Our men resolved to have him, and travelled two miles round. Until they met the Indian, who boldly stood his ground. Then speaks up Captain Lovewell, "Take you good heed," says he ; " This rogue is to decoy us, I very plainly see.
Page 47 - And the rank grass encircles a few scattered bones. The names of the fallen the traveller leaves Cut out with his knife in the bark of the trees. But little avail his affectionate arts, For the names of the fallen are graved in our hearts. The voice of the hunter is loud on the breeze, There's a dashing of waters, a rustling of trees ; But the jangling of armor hath all passed away; No gushing of life-blood is here seen to-day.
Page 47 - AH; where are the soldiers that fought here of yore? The sod is upon them ; they'll struggle no more. The hatchet is fallen, the red man is low; But near him reposes the arm of his foe. The bugle is silent, the war-whoop is dead ; There's a murmur of waters and woods in their stead ; And the raven and owl chant a symphony drear, From the dark-waving pines, o'er the combatants
Page 39 - Then did the rebels try their best our soldiers to surround, But they could not accomplish it, because there was a pond, To which our men retreated and covered all the rear...
Page 39 - So that an English soldier did one of them espy, And cried out, "Here's an Indian!" with that they started out As fiercely as old lions, and hideously did shout.
Page 28 - Dunstable on the 1 3th of May, at night. On the 15th of May Ensign Wyman, and three others, arrived at Dunstable. They suffered greatly for want of provisions. They informed, that they were wholly destitute of all kinds of food, from a Saturday morning till the Wednesday following ; when they caught two mouse-squirrels, which they roasted whole, and found to be a sweet morsel. They afterwards killed some partridges and other game, and were comfortably supplied till they got home.
Page 24 - The fight continued," says the Reverend Mr. Synanes, " very furious and obstinate till towards night The Indians roaring and yelling and howling like wolves, barking like dogs, and making all sorts of hideous noises : the English frequently shouting and huzzaing, as they did after the first round.

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