In an hour or so they were clamouring and swarming all round the camp, and the French soldiers told off for our protection either could not or would not keep them out.
Montcalm, in great anxiety, came over himself seeking to restore order; but the Indians were drunk with blood, and would not listen to him.

He begged us to stave in our rum barrels, which was instantly done; but the act provoked the savages, and they pounced upon our baggage, which had been reserved to us by the terms of the treaty.

We appealed to the Marquis; but he advised us to give it up.
"'I am doing all I can,' he said to Colonel Monro; 'but I shall be only too happy if I can prevent a massacre!'" "Horrible!" ejaculated the young lieutenant.

"Oh, better, far better, to have held the fort and perished in open fight than to be set upon in cold blood by those fiends!" "Yes," quoth Pringle sternly; "that is what we felt and said.

But it was too late then.