The Wind, unto their Astonishment, immediately Turned about, and with a Fresh Gale drove the Machine ashore on the other side, and Split it so, that the Water being let in upon it, the Fire went out. So, the Godly men, that Saw God from Heaven thus Fighting for them, Cried out, with an Astonishing Joy, If it had not been the Lord, who was on our Side, they had Swallowed us up quick; Blessed be the Lord, who hath not given us a prey to their Teeth; our Soul is Escaped, as a Bird out of the Snare of the Fowlers! The Enemy were now in a pitiful pickle, with Toiling, and Moiling in the Mud, & blackened with it, if Mud could add Blackness to such Miscreants: and their Ammunition was pretty well Exhausted: •o that now they began to Draw off, in all parts▪ •nd with Rafts get over the River; some whereof breaking, there did not a few Cool their […] Heat by falling into it. But first, they made ⟨p. 96⟩all the Spoil they could, upon the Cattle about the Town; and giving one Shot more at the Sloops, they killed the only Man, of ours, that was killed aboard 'em. Then, after about Half an Hours Consultation, they send a Flag of Truce to the Garrison, advising 'em with much Flattery, to Surrender; but the Captain sent 'em word, That he wanted for nothing, but for men to come, and Fight him. The Indian replied unto Captain Convers, Being you are so Stout, why don't you come, and Fight in the open Field, like a Man, and not Fight in a Garrison, like a Squaw? The Captain rejoined; What a Fool, are you? Do you think, Thirty men a Match for Five Hundred? No, (says the Captain, counting as well he might, each of his Fifteen men, to be as Good as Two!) Come with your Thirty men upon the Plain, and I'll meet you with my Thirty, as soon as you will. Upon this, the Indian answered; Nay, me own, English Fashion is all one Fool; you kill me, me kill you! No, better lie some where, and Shoot a man, and he no see! That the best Soldier! Then they fell to Coaxing the Captain, with as many Fine Words, as the Fox in the Fable had for the Allurement of his Prey unto him; and urged mightily that Ensign Hill, who stood with the Flag of Truce, might stand a little nearer their Army. The Captain, for a Good Reason, to be presently discerned, would not allow Tha• :
The Wind, unto their Astonishment, immediately Turn'd about, and with a Fresh Gale drove the Machin ashore on the other side, and Split it so, that the Water being let in upon it, the Fire went out. So, the Godly men, that Saw God from Heaven thus Fighting for them, Cryed out, with an Astonishing Joy, If it had not been the Lord, who was on our Side, they had Swallowed us up quick; Blessed be the Lord, who hath not given us a prey to their Teeth; our Soul is Escaped, as a Bird out of the Snare of the Fowlers! The Enemy were now in a pittiful pickle, with Toyling, and Moyling in the Mud, & black'ned with it, if Mud could add Blackness to such Miscreants: and their Ammunition was pretty well Exhausted: •o that now they began to Draw off, in all parts▪ •nd with Rafts get over the River; some whereof breaking, there did not a few Cool their 〈…〉 Heat by falling into it. But first, they made ⟨p. 96⟩all the Spoil they could, upon the Cattel about the Town; and giving one Shot more at the Sloops, they kill'd the only Man, of ours, that was kill'd aboard 'em. Then, after about Half an Hours Consultation, they send a Flag of Truce to the Garrison, advising 'em with much Flattery, to Surrender; but the Captain sent 'em word, That he wanted for nothing, but for men to come, and Fight him. The Indian replyed unto Captain Convers, Being you are so Stout, why don't you come, and Fight in the open Field, like a Man, and not Fight in a Garrison, like a Squaw? The Captain rejoyned; What a Fool, are you? Do you think, Thirty men a Match for Five Hundred? No, (sayes the Captain, counting as well he might, each of his Fifteen men, to be as Good as Two!) Come with your Thirty men upon the Plain, and I'le meet you with my Thirty, as soon as you will. Upon this, the Indian answered; Nay, mee own, English Fashion is all one Fool; you kill mee, mee kill you! No, better ly some where, and Shoot a man, and hee no see! That the best Souldier! Then they fell to Coaksing the Captain, with as many Fine Words, as the Fox in the Fable had for the Allurement of his Prey unto him; and urged mightily that Ensign Hill, who stood with the Flag of Truce, might stand a little nearer their Army. The Captain, for a Good Reason, to be presently discerned, would not allow Tha• :