Make ready, take aim--God bless me! you fired before the orders
were given."
At the first glimpse of the Shawnees, huddled together in a rushing
body, every one of the border men discharged his piece, without waiting
for the command, right in among them. The destruction was fearful and
the panic complete. Numbers came to the ground, writhing, dying and
dead, while the survivors scattered howling to the woods, and were seen
no more.
Shortly after Captain Prescott and Lieutenant Canfield had started with
their men on the trail of Oonomoo, they came upon an elderly man in the
forest who was hunting. He proved to be Eckman, the Moravian
missionary, who had brought up and educated Fluellina, the wife of
Oonomoo, and to whom she made her stated visits for religious counsel
and encouragement. Upon learning the object of the party, he at once
joined them, as he felt a fatherly affection for the Huron warrior.
Being a skillful backwoodsman, he acted as guide to the men,
proceeding, in spite of his years, at a rate which cost them
considerable effort to equal. They had not gone a great distance, when
the shout of Oonomoo was heard, and the missionary understood its
significance. Bounding forward, the men came upon the Shawnees at a
full run, Captain Prescott panting and still at their head, vainly
endeavoring to keep them in line and to make them aim and fire
together. The missionary and Lieutenant Canfield took in the state of
affairs at once.
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