Hannah of Kentucky - James Otis |
After that I saw only father. Thanks to the brave fellows who were holding the Indians in check at the risk of their own lives, he and the other wounded men had gained the shelter of the stockade. None of our people were killed outright, although of the nine who ventured through the gate, six returned wounded.
No sooner were our men inside the stockade and the gate securely barred than the savages made another assault, this time rushing up to the very face of the palisade and shooting between the crevices of the logs, while we women and children, as before, loaded and cleaned rifles, while our men fought regardless of their wounds.
During two days and nights we fought nearly every moment of the time, striving only to save our lives, while the savages attacked again and again, spurred on by the hope of gaining the rewards which had been offered by General Hamilton.
The Indians, after forty-eight hours of fighting, have drawn off once more into the forest, where they still watch over us, and I am sitting here writing this story to keep from thinking of what may be our fate if the Shawnees come against us again.
I pray that whosoever reads what I have written will ask further about Boonesborough, for, even though we who are here now may not live many days longer, there is a great wish in my heart that our settlement may prosper as we have dreamed it would.
And while learning what may have become of us who are now within the stockade, I hope that, among the others, there may be remembered the girl who at the last moment is proud to call herself Hannah of Kentucky.