Various, Harper's Young People, October 19…
“ Rogers wears his back hair braided in a queue."Take your knife and cut off my queue," he says to one of the Rangers, who whips out his hunting-knife, cuts off the queue, and Rogers sticks it into the wound to stop the flowing of the blood.All through the dreary afternoon the fight goes on. The snow is crimsoned with blood. The killed and mortally wounded lie where they fall. For the Rangers there is no escape; they must conquer or die.The shades of night steal on; the fire of the French and Indians has been growing less; the war-whoop dies away; the last gun is fired. ”
