than the regulars are."

[Sidenote: THEY RESCUE A BRAVE MAN]

I felt easier in my mind after this talk. We stood among the branches,
and fired at the heads that appeared above the breastwork.

These assaults were kept up all the afternoon. At five the most
determined one took place, and some of the Highlanders succeeded in
getting over the breastwork, only to be immediately bayoneted. Colonel
Campbell was killed in the fort, and Major Campbell was badly wounded.

While this attack on the right was going on, we saw a provincial who had
crept close to the breastwork, and was picking off the Frenchmen.

He was seen by them, and a man fired and wounded him. But he jumped up
and brained the man with his hatchet. Then he fell down. It was a pity
to let such a brave man lie there to be killed and scalped by the
Indians.

I turned to Edmund and said, "Can't we get that man out of there?"

"I will do what you will."

I shouted to our men to cover us as well as they could by their fire,
and we ran forward.

The Rangers advanced a little, and opened fire at every head that
showed above the breastwork.

Edmund and I got through the abattis and ran up to the wall. We joined
hands. The man sat on them, put his arms around our necks, and we ran
off with him.

Some of the enemy fired at us, but the Highlanders were taking most of
their attention, and our men were good marksmen, so that but few showed
their heads above the breastwork. Still, the bullets whistled about us
in a most uncomfortable manner.

We found that the man we had saved was a Rhode Island provincial, named
William Smith. He was boiling over with wrath against the French, swore
at them like a pirate, and though badly wounded would have crept back if
we had not prevented him.

Amos listened to him with wonder, and said: "Your f-friend Smith, Ben,
couldn't have b-been raised when there were tythingmen, or he'd have
just lived in the stocks. He must have great natural g-gifts to be able
to swear like that."

"Here come the regulars again."

[Sidenote: A PANIC]

They passed through the fallen trees, marched up to the breastwork, and
again made an attempt to scale it. The French raked them with grapeshot,
and soon they came running back nearly frantic with fear. We let them
pass and gazed at them with astonishment.

"That's human nature, boys," said McKinstry. "Those men have fought here
for six hours, a foolish, hopeless battle. They hung to it like