Not knowing whether she was dead or dying, Susannah stretched her on the floor.

Then she lifted her hands above her head, wrung them together in agony of nerve and thought.

She remembered afterwards looking upward in the cave of the warm tent and saying aloud "O God! O God!" many times.
The first thing she saw was her child standing watching her; both his little brown fists were full of flowers.

Hearing the sound of horses trampling near, loud voices, and occasional shots, she bethought her that the canvas of the tent was no protection for the child, and, snatching him in her arms, she ran madly out into the sunshine and into the open war.
A large number of the horsemen had already passed on down the road; the sounds that came from them seemed to be of oaths and laughter.

A number were still galloping in and out among the houses; the ground was strewed with bodies of the dead and wounded; the able-bodied, it seemed, must have suddenly huddled within their doors.
Susannah remembered her husband now, remembered where he had been standing.