Satanstoe

Chapter 24

"Pale set the sun--the shades of evening fell,

The mournful night-wind sung their funeral knell;

And the same day beheld their warriors dead,

Their sovereign captive and their glory fled!"

I shall never forget the journey of that fearful night. Susquesus paddled

the canoe, unaided by us, who were too much fatigued with the toil of the

day, to labour much, as soon as we found ourselves in a place of safety.

Even Jaap lay down and slept for several hours, the sleep of the weary. I

do not think any of us, however, actually slept for the first hour or two,

the scenes through which we had just passed, and that, indeed, through

which we were then passing, acting as preventives to such an indulgence.

It must have been about nine in the evening, when our canoe quitted the

ill-fated sho