I recollect one fight that took place in our neighborhood, when she was young.

One evening, a man who was returning from another settlement, happened to discover a party of Indians, making their way very quietly up the river in their canoes, towards our little village.
He watched their movements as narrowly as possible, but was careful not to let them see or hear him.

When they got within about half a mile of the settlement, they pulled their canoes ashore, and concealed them among the bushes.

They meant to creep along very slowly and slily, the rest of the way, and then fall suddenly upon the whites, and murder and plunder them before they could know what the matter was.

But the man who discovered them hurried on to the settlement, and gave the alarm.
Ten men was all he could muster, for there were but a few families in the town.