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Bleeding
at
every
vein
.
His
few
surviving
comrades
saw
His
smile
when
rang
their
proud
hurrah
,
And
the
red
field
was
won
;
Then
saw
in
death
his
eyelids
close
Calmly
,
as
to
a
night
's
repose
,
Like
flowers
at
set
of
sun
.
"
Halleck
.
The
sun
found
the
Lenape
,
on
the
succeeding
day
,
a
nation
of
mourners
.
The
sounds
of
the
battle
were
over
,
and
they
had
fed
fat
their
ancient
grudge
,
and
had
avenged
their
recent
quarrel
with
the
Mengwe
,
by
the
destruction
of
a
whole
community
.
The
black
and
murky
atmosphere
that
floated
around
the
spot
where
the
Hurons
had
encamped
,
sufficiently
announced
,
of
itself
,
the
fate
of
that
wandering
tribe
;
while
hundreds
of
ravens
,
that
struggled
above
the
bleak
summits
of
the
mountains
,
or
swept
,
in
noisy
flocks
,
across
the
wide
ranges
of
the
woods
,
furnished
a
frightful
direction
to
the
scene
of
the
combat
.
In
short
,
any
eye
,
at
all
practised
in
the
signs
of
a
frontier
warfare
,
might
easily
have
traced
all
those
unerring
evidences
of
the
ruthless
results
which
attend
an
Indian
vengeance
.
Still
,
the
sun
rose
on
the
Lenape
a
nation
of
mourners
.
No
shouts
of
success
,
no
songs
of
triumph
,
were
heard
,
in
rejoicings
for
their
victory
.
The
latest
straggler
had
returned
from
his
fell
employment
,
only
to
strip
himself
of
the
terrific
emblems
of
his
bloody
calling
,
and
to
join
in
the
lamentations
of
his
countrymen
,
as
a
stricken
people
.
