Clear around from east to west, by way of the north, they had strung out in half a circle and were pumping lead in our position.
Everybody in the rifle pit flattened down.

Lots of the younger children set up a-squalling, and it kept the women busy hushing them.

Some of the women screamed at first, but not many.
Thousands of shots must haven rained in on us in the next few minutes.
How I wanted to crawl out to the trench under the wagons where our men were keeping up a steady but irregular fire! Each was shooting on his own whenever he saw a man to pull trigger on.

But mother suspected me, for she made me crouch down and keep right on holding the baby.
I was just taking a look at Silas Dunlap--he was still quivering--when the little Castleton baby was killed.

Dorothy Castleton, herself only about ten, was holding it, so that it was killed in her arms.