The dead man was completely scalped, the whole top of his head being torn off.

The other two were so terribly mutilated about their faces and necks that they lived but a few minutes.
Forty minutes after Mrs.Godfrey had fired the first shot scarcely a vestige of anything remained on the spot where the house had stood.

As soon as the savages were aware that three of their comrades had fallen in the assault, they beat a hasty retreat.
Let the reader pause for a few moments to consider the situation of Captain Godfrey, his wife and their five children.

There they were alone in the wilderness, thousands of miles from friends and home.

Out in the cold, amid the frost and snow of an Acadian winter, without a house to shelter them, a friend to cheer them, or a fire to warm them; surrounded by demons of the forest, panting and thirsting for their blood.