They were deployed into line, and opened fire in regular volleys.

Scarcely had they done so, however, when Captain Eyre, who commanded the artillery, opened upon them with grape from his three guns, while from waggon, and boat, and fallen log, the musketry fire flashed out hot and bitter, and, reeling under the shower of iron and lead, the French line broke up, the soldiers took shelter behind trees, and thence returned the fire of the defenders.
Johnson received a flesh wound in the thigh, and retired to his tent, where he spent the rest of the day.

Lyman took the command, and to him the credit of the victory is entirely due.
For four hours the combat raged.

The young soldiers had soon got over their first uneasiness, and fought as steadily and coolly as veterans.
The musketry fire was unbroken.

From every tree, bush, and rock the rifles flashed out, and the leaden hail flew in a storm over the camp, and cut the leaves in a shower from the forest.