l the swamp
the battle raged.

"They run, they run!" sounded the loud cries, from the English within
the fort. Their comrades on the outside hastened--scrambling, wading,
straddling the log or knee-deep in the half frozen mire.

Indian women and children and warriors had taken refuge in the wigwams.
Torches were applied, burning them or driving them out to be shot down.
Officers tried to prevent the burning of the wigwams, in order to save
the provisions, but the fire spread.

So by night the fort was in ruins. The Indians were killed, captured
or fleeing. Seven hundred had been killed by bullet and sword, three
hundred more perished by cold and hunger and wounds; how many old men,
women and children had burned to death, no one knew. But a third of
the Narragansett nation had been slain or taken captive, and of the
Pokanokets only a remnant was left.

Eighty killed, was the report of the Connecticut troops alone. There
were one hundred and fifty men grievously wounded. As the soldiers had
destroyed the fort and its provisions, they had no shelter. Through a
furious snowstorm they made a miserable night march of eighteen miles
before even the wounded could be attended to.

King Philip was now a fugitive, but he was by no means done fighting.
He removed to the interior of Massachusetts--it is said that he
traveled clear to the Mohawks of New York, and asked their aid in this
war against the English. He did not get it.

From January on into the summer of 1676 the war-whoop, the gun-shot and
the torch again terrified the colonies. Aided by a few allies, King
Philip was making his last great effort. He carried the war to within
twenty miles of Boston. Of ninety towns in New England, thirteen had
been burned; six hundred buildings had been leveled in smoke, and six
hundred arms-bearing colonists killed.

"These were the most distressing days that New England ever beheld,"
reads a record. "All was fear and consternation. Few there were, who
were not in mourning for some near kindred, and nothing but horror
stared them in the face."

Presently Captain Benjamin Church, as noted in New England as Kit
Carson is in the West, was upon the sachem's trail. He was a skilled
Indian-fighter; he knew King Philip's haunts, and all the Indian ways.

There was no let-up by Captain Church. Some captives he turned into
scouts, so that they helped him against their former chief; the more
dangerous he shot or hanged. T