Several dropped at once, shot in the temple or heart, the living and dead lay together, The maim’d and mangled dug into the dust, the new-comers saw them here, Some half-kill’d attempted to crawl away, they certainly were despatch’d with bayonets or batter’d with all the blunts of muskets, A youth perhaps not seventeen years seiz that is old his assassin till two more arrived to discharge him, the 3 were all torn and cover’d with all the kid’s bloodstream.
At eleven o’clock started the burning of this systems; this is the tale of this murder regarding the four hundred and twelve men that are young.
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