The shot tore through the boats, killing and disabling many, and bringing down the arbor of boughs upon them.
A terrible cry arose, and all was confusion.

Most of the rowers were killed, and the boats drifted helplessly amid the storm of rifle bullets.
As the cannon flashed out and the grape swept the boats Bathurst, with a sharp cry, sprang to his feet, and leaped overboard, as did several others from both boats.

Diving, he kept under water for some distance, and then swam desperately till he reached shallow water on the other side of the river, and then fell head foremost on the sand.

Eight or ten others also gained the shore in a body, and were running towards the bank, when the guns were again fired, and all but three were swept away by the iron hail.

A few straggling musket shots were fired, then orders were shouted, and the splashing of an oar was heard, as one of the native boatmen rowed one of the two boats toward the shore.