the Knight's house!
Don't let them see you!"

Susanna slammed the front door and threw her full weight against it,
while the women in mad haste rushed through the narrow doorway and
scrambled over the fence to the more secure protection of the neighboring
house. A moment later the howling Indians slashed their tomahawks into
the door which Susanna, to gain time for the others, still held. The
savages now forced the door open. The girl was thrown to the floor by the
blow, and the Indians, thinking her dead, rushed through the house.
Finding it deserted, they dashed through the back door on toward the
neighboring house. Shot after shot from this direction startled the
pursuing Indians and made them realize that their party was too small to
face such fire. They then wheeled about and struck for the canoe.

After a long and fearful waiting, Mrs. Tozer crept cautiously back to her
home, sure that Susanna had been carried off captive. No, there she lay
on the floor by the door. Could it be that she moved? Her eyes opened.
Mrs. Tozer dropped to her side and, with the assistance of those who had
followed, brought her quick relief. The girl was tenderly cared for, and
in time she entirely recovered her strength.

When Henry Lear returned to Portsmouth, he told a tale of Newichewannock
life wilder than the stories of his grandmother's day.

TO THE GARRISON HOUSE!

One September day in 1675, near their home on the Upper Plantation, now
known as Dover, Betty Haines, a girl of ten, stood in the cornfield with
her little apron outstretched to hold the ears of ripe corn her father
was plucking. Suddenly her brother Joseph, twice her age, bounded over
the meadow and into the field.

"Father," he cried excitedly, "the Indians have made an attack at
Newichewannock. They are likely to be down upon us at any moment. The
garrison house is our only safety."

His mother, at the door of their home, caught Joseph's alarming words and
took immediate command of the situation. The rest of the family hurried
in from the cornfield and followed her directions.

"Get your heavy coat, Joseph! Betty, pack the bread into that basket and
ask your father to bring down our heaviest blankets!"

"I hope nothing will happen to this nice home of ours," sighed Betty as
her father on their departure locked the door.

"Nor to our corn either," he added, with a thought of the winter's food.

Soon they established themselves in the largest home