Decennium luctuosum. An history of remarkable occurrences, in the long war, which New-England hath…

The Enemy kept Galling the Sloops, from their Several Batteries, and calling 'em to Surrender, with many fine promises to make them Happy, which ours answered with a just Laughter, that had now and then a mortiferous Bullet at the End of it. The Tide Rising, the Chariot overset, so that the men behind it lay open to the Sloops, which immediately Dispensed an horrible Slaughter among them; and they that could get away, got as fast, and as far off, as they could. In the Night, the Enemy had much Discourse with the Sloops; they Enquired. Who were their Commanders? and the English gave an Answer, which in some other Cases, and Places, would have been too true, That they had a great many Commanders: but the Indians Replied, You lie, you have none but Convers, and we will have him too before Morning! They also knowing, that the Magazine was in the Garrison, lay under an Hill-Side, Pelting at That, by Times; but Captain Convers, once in the Night, sent out Three or Four of his men, into a Field of Wheat, for a Shot, if they could get one. There seeing a Black Heap lying together, Ours all at once let Fly upon them, a Shot, that Slew several of them that were thus Caught in the Corn, and made the rest glad, that they found themselves Able to Run for it. Captain Convers ⟨p. 93⟩was this while in much Distress, about a Scout of Six men, which he had sent forth to Newichawannick, the Morning before the Arrival of the Enemy, ordering them to Return the Day following. The Scout Returned, into the very Mouth of the Enemy, that lay before the Garrison; but the Corporal, having his Wits about him, called out aloud, (as if he had seen Captain Convers making a Sally forth upon 'em,) Captain, Wheel about your men round the Hill, and we shall Catch 'em, there are but a Few Rogues of 'em! Upon which the Indians imagining, that Captain Convers had been at their Heels, betook themselves to their Heels; and our Folks got safe into another Garrison. On the Lords Day Morning, there was for a while, a Deep Silence among the Assailants; but at length getting into a Body, they marched with great Formality towards the Garrison, where the Captain ordered his Handful of men to lie Snug, and not make a Shot, until every Shot might be likely to do some Execution.

The Enemy kept Galling the Sloops, from their Several Batteries, and calling 'em to Surrender, with many fine promises to make them Happy, which ours answered with a just Laughter, that had now and then a mortiferous Bullet at the End of it. The Tide Rising, the Chariot overset, so that the men behind it lay open to the Sloops, which immediately Dispensed an horrible Slaughter among them; and they that could get away, got as fast, and as far off, as they could. In the Night, the Enemy had much Discourse with the Sloops; they Enquired. Who were their Commanders? and the English gave an Answer, which in some other Cases, and Places, would have been too true, That they had a great many Commanders: but the Indians Replyed, You ly, you have none but Convers, and we will have him too before Morning! They also knowing, that the Magazine was in the Garrison, lay under an Hill-Side, Pelting at That, by Times; but Captain Convers, once in the Night, sent out Three or Four of his men, into a Field of Wheat, for a Shot, if they could get one. There seeing a Black Heap lying together, Ours all at once let Fly upon them, a Shot, that Slew several of them that were thus Caught in the Corn, and made the rest glad, that they found themselves Able to Run for it. Captain Convers