The whole village was wrapped in a mass of fire that grew and swelled until the flames rose above the forest, and were visible in the clear night miles away.
So great was the heat that Colonel Butler and the soldiers and scouts were compelled to withdraw to the edge of the forest.

The wind rose and the flames soared.

Sparks flew in myriads, and ashes fell dustily on the dry leaves of the trees.

Bob Taylor, with his hands clenched tightly, muttered under his breath, "Wyoming! Wyoming!" "It is the Iroquois who suffer now," said Heemskerk, as he revolved slowly away from a heated point.
Crashes came presently as the houses fell in, and then the sparks would leap higher and the flames roar louder.

The barns, too, were falling down, and the grain was destroyed.