Chapter 33

           "Theyfought,likebravemen,longandwell,

           TheypiledthatgroundwithMoslemslain,

           Theyconquered—butBozzarisfell,

           Bleedingateveryvein.

           Hisfewsurvivingcomradessaw

           Hissmilewhenrangtheirproudhurrah,

           Andtheredfieldwaswon;

           Thensawindeathhiseyelidsclose

           Calmly,astoanight’srepose,

           Likeflowersatsetofsun."

           Halleck.

           ThesunfoundtheLenape,onthesucceedingday,anationofmourners.Thesoundsofthebattlewereover,andtheyhadfedfattheirancientgrudge,andhadavengedtheirrecentquarrelwiththeMengwe,bythedestructionofawholecommunity.TheblackandmurkyatmospherethatfloatedaroundthespotwheretheHuronshadencamped,sufficientlyannounced,ofitself,thefateofthatwanderingtribe;whilehundredsofravens,thatstruggledabovethebleaksummitsofthemountains,orswept,innoisyflocks,acrossthewiderangesofthewoods,furnishedafrightfuldirectiontothesceneofthecombat.Inshort,anyeye,atallpractisedinthesignsofafrontierwarfare,mighteasilyhavetracedallthoseunerringevidencesoftheruthlessresultswhichattendanIndianvengeance.

           Still,thesunroseontheLenapeanationofmourners.Noshoutsofsuccess,nosongsoftriumph,wereheard,inrejoicingsfortheirvictory.Thelateststragglerhadreturnedfromhisfellemployment,onlytostriphimselfoftheterrificemblemsofhisbloodycalling,andtojoininthelamentationsofhiscountrymen,asastrickenpeople.