wounded.
Of champions that did face their foe,
By which the heathens were confounded,
Upon the banks of the O-hi-o.

Col. Lewis and noble captains
Did down to death like Uriah go.
Alas, their heads wound up in napkins,
Upon the banks of the O-hi-o.

O bless the mighty King of Heaven
For all his wondrous works below,
Who hath to us the victory given,
Upon the banks of the O-hi-o.

Logan was seen here, there, everywhere. So was Cornstalk. His mighty
voice was heard above the din, like the voice of old Annawan when King
Philip had been surprised. "Be strong! Be strong!" he appealed to his
warriors. With his tomahawk he struck down a skulker. That had been
his promise, in the council.

All this October day the battle continued. In single encounters, man
to man, valorous deeds were done.

Cornstalk proved himself a worthy general. When his line bent back,
before the discipline of the Long Knives, it was only to form an
ambush, and then the whites were bent back. He had early placed his
warriors across the base of the point, so that they held the whites in
the angle of the two rivers. They dragged logs and brush to position,
as breast-works. "We will drive the Long Knives into the rivers like
so many bullocks."

That was not to be. Two of General Lewis's colonels had fallen; the
Indian fire was very severe and accurate; but after vainly trying to
feel out the end of the red line, the general at last succeeded, toward
evening, in sending a company around.

Chief Cornstalk thought that this company, appearing in his rear, was
the absent part of the division. Lest he be caught between two fires,
he swung about and skillfully withdrew.

The battle slackened, at dusk. This night he safely removed his army
across the Ohio again, that they might avoid the Lord Dunmore division
and protect their towns in Ohio.

Nearly all the Indian bodies found, and nearly all the Virginians
killed and wounded, were shot in the head or the breast. That was the
marksmanship and the kind of fighting!

The Long Knives lost seventy-five men killed and one hundred and fifty
wounded. They lost two great chiefs: Colonel Charles Lewis, the
brother of the general, and Colonel John Field--both Braddock men; six
captains and as many lieutenants were killed, also.

The Indians said that had they known how to clean their rifles, they
would have done better. Cornstalk and Logan lost the sub-chief
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