Gage's regulars, raked by a terrible fire, and in danger of complete destruction, were compelled to retreat upon the main body, and, to their infinite mortification, abandon two cannon, which the savages seized with fierce shouts of joy and dragged into the woods.
"It goes ill," said Willet, as the terrible forest, raining death from every side, seemed to close in on them like the shadow of doom.

Braddock, hearing the tremendous fire ahead, rushed forward his own immediate troops as fast as possible, and meeting Gage's retreating men, the two bodies became a great mass of scarlet in the forest, upon which French and Indian bullets, that could not miss, beat like a storm of hail.

The shouts and cheers of the regulars ceased.

In an appalling situation, the like of which they had never known before, hemmed in on every side by an unseen death, they fell into confusion, but they did not lose courage.

The savage ring now enclosed the whole army, and to stand and to retreat alike meant death.
The British charged with the bayonet into the thickets.