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Dorothy
Castleton
got
hysterics
over
what
had
happened
,
and
yelled
and
screamed
for
a
long
time
and
she
set
Mrs.
Hastings
going
again
.
Altogether
such
a
row
was
raised
that
father
sent
Watt
Cummings
crawling
back
to
us
to
find
out
what
was
the
matter
.
Well
along
into
twilight
the
heavy
firing
ceased
,
although
there
were
scattering
shots
during
the
night
.
Two
of
our
men
were
wounded
in
this
second
attack
,
and
were
brought
into
the
rifle
pit
.
Bill
Tyler
was
killed
instantly
,
and
they
buried
him
,
Silas
Dunlap
,
and
the
Castleton
baby
,
in
the
dark
alongside
of
the
others
.
All
during
the
night
men
relieved
one
another
at
sinking
the
well
deeper
;
but
the
only
sign
of
water
they
got
was
damp
sand
.
Some
of
the
men
fetched
a
few
pails
of
water
from
the
spring
,
but
were
fired
upon
,
and
they
gave
it
up
when
Jeremy
Hopkins
had
his
left
hand
shot
off
at
the
wrist
.
Next
morning
,
the
third
day
,
it
was
hotter
and
dryer
than
ever
.
We
awoke
thirsty
,
and
there
was
no
cooking
.
So
dry
were
our
mouths
that
we
could
not
eat
.
I
tried
a
piece
of
stale
bread
mother
gave
me
,
but
had
to
give
it
up
.
The
firing
rose
and
fell
.
Sometimes
there
were
hundreds
shooting
into
the
camp
.
At
other
times
came
lulls
in
which
not
a
shot
was
fired
.
Father
was
continually
cautioning
our
men
not
to
waste
shots
because
we
were
running
short
of
ammunition
.
And
all
the
time
the
men
went
on
digging
the
well
.
It
was
so
deep
that
they
were
hoisting
the
sand
up
in
buckets
.
The
men
who
hoisted
were
exposed
,
and
one
of
them
was
wounded
in
the
shoulder
.
He
was
Peter
Bromley
,
who
drove
oxen
for
the
Bloodgood
wagon
,
and
he
was
engaged
to
marry
Jane
Bloodgood
.
She
jumped
out
of
the
rifle
pit
and
ran
right
to
him
while
the
bullets
were
flying
and
led
him
back
into
shelter
.
About
midday
the
well
caved
in
,
and
there
was
lively
work
digging
out
the
couple
who
were
buried
in
the
sand
.
Amos
Wentworth
did
not
come
to
for
an
hour
.
After
that
they
timbered
the
well
with
bottom
boards
from
the
wagons
and
wagon
tongues
,
and
the
digging
went
on
.
But
all
they
could
get
,
and
they
were
twenty
feet
down
,
was
damp
sand
.
The
water
would
not
seep
.
By
this
time
the
conditions
in
the
rifle
pit
were
terrible
.
The
children
were
complaining
for
water
,
and
the
babies
,
hoarse
from
much
crying
,
went
on
crying
.
Robert
Carr
,
another
wounded
man
,
lay
about
ten
feet
from
mother
and
me
.
He
was
out
of
his
head
,
and
kept
thrashing
his
arms
about
and
calling
for
water
.
And
some
of
the
women
were
almost
as
bad
,
and
kept
raving
against
the
Mormons
and
Indians
.
Some
of
the
women
prayed
a
great
deal
,
and
the
three
grown
Demdike
sisters
,
with
their
mother
,
sang
gospel
hymns
.
Other
women
got
damp
sand
that
was
hoisted
out
of
the
bottom
of
the
well
,
and
packed
it
against
the
bare
bodies
of
the
babies
to
try
to
cool
and
soothe
them
.
The
two
Fairfax
brothers
could
n't
stand
it
any
longer
,
and
,
with
pails
in
their
hands
,
crawled
out
under
a
wagon
and
made
a
dash
for
the
spring
.
Giles
never
got
half
way
,
when
he
went
down
.
Roger
made
it
there
and
back
without
being
hit
.
He
brought
two
pails
part-full
,
for
some
splashed
out
when
he
ran
.
Giles
crawled
back
,
and
when
they
helped
him
into
the
rifle
pit
he
was
bleeding
at
the
mouth
and
coughing
.
Two
part-pails
of
water
could
not
go
far
among
over
a
hundred
of
us
,
not
counting
the
,
men
.
Only
the
babies
,
and
the
very
little
children
,
and
the
wounded
men
,
got
any
.
I
did
not
get
a
sip
,
although
mother
dipped
a
bit
of
cloth
into
the
several
spoonfuls
she
got
for
the
baby
and
wiped
my
mouth
out
.
She
did
not
even
do
that
for
herself
,
for
she
left
me
the
bit
of
damp
rag
to
chew
.
