With dogged disdain of their foes, the English grenadiers marched up the hill with sullen slowness; thus furnishing still surer aims to the muskets which bristled on the redoubt.

Modest Israel was used to aver, that considering his practice in the woods, he could hardly be regarded as an inexperienced marksman; hinting, that every shot which the epauletted grenadiers received from his rifle, would, upon a different occasion, have procured him a deerskin.

And like stricken deers the English, rashly brave as they were, fled from the opening fire.

But the marksman's ammunition was expended; a hand-to-hand encounter ensued.

Not one American musket in twenty had a bayonet to it.