At last he reach a fenced orchard, on the border of the cleared ground round the fort.

Throwing himself over the fence he lay still among the weeds on the other side.
In a minute or two the pursuer, running up, cautiously peered over the fence, and was instantly killed; he proved to be a Shawnee chief, painted, and decked with many silver armlets, rings, and brooches.

The fugitive then succeeded in making his way into the fort.
The settlers inside the stockade had sprung to arms the moment the first guns were heard.

The men fired on the advancing Indians, while the women and children ran bullets and made ready the rifle-patches.

Every one displayed the coolest determination and courage except one man who hid under a bed, until found by his wife; whereupon he was ignominiously dragged out and made to run bullets with the women.
As the Indians advanced they shot down most of the cattle and hogs and some of the horses that were running frantically round the stockade; and they likewise shot several dogs that had sallied out to help their masters.