The women were so relieved that they were crying and kissing one another, and old Mrs.Demdike and others were hallelujahing and blessing God.

The proposal, which our men had accepted, was that we would put ourselves under the flag of truce and be protected from the Indians.
"We had to do it," I heard father tell mother.
He was sitting, droop-shouldered and dejected, on a wagon-tongue.
"But what if they intend treachery ?" mother asked.
He shrugged his shoulders.
"We've got to take the chance that they don't," he said.

"Our ammunition is gone." Some of our men were unchaining one of our wagons and rolling it out of the way.

I ran across to see what was happening.

In came Lee himself, followed by two empty wagons, each driven by one man.