One bright moonlit-night a party of Indians were seen
silently and cautiously approaching. The only occupants of the garrison
at that time were Bradley, his wife and children, and a servant. The
three adults armed themselves with muskets, and prepared to defend
themselves. Goodwife Bradley, supposing the Indians had come with the
intention of again capturing her, encouraged her husband to fight to the
last, declaring that she had rather die on her own hearth than fall into
their hands. The Indians rushed upon the garrison, and assailed the
thick oaken door, which they forced partly open, when a well-aimed shot
from Goodwife Bradley laid the foremost dead on the threshold. The loss
of their leader so disheartened them that they made a hasty retreat.
The year 1707 passed away without any attack upon the exposed frontier
settlement. A feeling of comparative security succeeded to the almost
sleepless anxiety and terror of the inhabitants; and they were beginning
to congratulate each other upon the termination of their long and bitter
trials.
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