Men, women, and little children fell under it.

Those surviving fled to the blacksmith's shop for shelter--huddling inside like frightened sheep.

But there were wide cracks between the logs, and up to these the mob went, putting their guns through to do their work at leisure.

Then the plundering began--plundering and worse." He stopped, trembling, and she put out her hand to him in sympathy.

When he had regained control of himself, he continued.
"At the first volley I had hurried sister to a place of concealment in the underbrush, and she, hearing them search for the survivors after the shooting was over, thought we were discovered, and sprang up to run further.