Major Richardson, Wacousta : a tale of the Pontiac conspiracy…
“ The rush of bullets through the close forest, and the crashing of trees and branches as they fell with startling force upon each other, were, with the peals of artillery, the only noises now to be heard; for not a yell, not a word was uttered by the Indians after the first discharge; and but for the certainty that existed in every mind, it might have been supposed the whole of them had retired. "Now is your time," cried Captain Erskine; "bring in the litter to the rear, and stoop as much as possible to avoid the shot." ”
