Some of the women prayed a great deal, and the three grown Demdike sisters, with their mother, sang gospel hymns.

Other women got damp sand that was hoisted out of the bottom of the well, and packed it against the bare bodies of the babies to try to cool and soothe them.
The two Fairfax brothers couldn't stand it any longer, and, with pails in their hands, crawled out under a wagon and made a dash for the spring.
Giles never got half way, when he went down.

Roger made it there and back without being hit.

He brought two pails part-full, for some splashed out when he ran.

Giles crawled back, and when they helped him into the rifle pit he was bleeding at the mouth and coughing.
Two part-pails of water could not go far among over a hundred of us, not counting the, men.