None obey’d the command to kneel, Some produced angry and rush that is helpless some endured stark and right,

None obey’d the command to kneel, Some produced angry and rush that is helpless some endured stark and right,

Several dropped at once, shot in the temple or heart, the living and dead lay together, The maim’d and mangled dug into the dirt, the new-comers saw them here, Some half-kill’d attempted to crawl away, they were despatch’d with bayonets or batter’d with all the blunts of muskets, A youth maybe maybe perhaps not seventeen years seiz that is old his assassin till two more arrived to discharge him, the 3 had been all torn and cover’d with all the child’s bloodstream.

At eleven o’clock started the burning of this figures; that’s the story associated with the murder associated with the four hundred and twelve teenage boys. Continue reading