“’At half after six we opened Grass Cove, where we saw one single and three double canoes, and a great many natives assembled on the beach, who retreated to a small hill, within a ship’s length of the water side, where they stood talking to us.  On the top of the high land, beyond the woods, was a large fire, from whence, all the way down the hill, the place was thronged like a fair.  When we entered the cove, a musketoon was fired at one of the canoes, as we imagined they might be full of men lying down, for they were all afloat, but no one was seen in them.  Being doubtful whether their retreat proceeded from fear or a desire to decoy us into an ambuscade, we were determined not to be surprised, and therefore, running close in shore, we dropped the grappling near enough to reach them with our guns, but at too great a distance to be under any apprehensions from their treachery.  The savages on the little hill kept their ground, hallooing, and making signs for us to land.  At these we now took aim, resolving to kill as many of them as our bullets would reach, yet it was some time before we could dislodge them.  The first volley did not seem to affect them much, but on the second they began to scramble away as fast as they could, some howling and others limping.  We continued to fire as long as we could see the least glimpse of any of them through the bushes.  Among these were two very robust men, who maintained their ground without moving an inch till they found themselves forsaken by all their companions, and then, disdaining to run, they marched off with great composure and deliberation.  One of them, however, got a fall, and either lay there or crawled away on his hands and feet; but the other escaped without any apparent hurt.  Mr. Burney now improved their panic, and, supported by the marines, leaped on shore and pursued the fugitives.  We had not advanced far from the water-side, on the beach, before we met with two bunches of celery, which had been gathered by the cutter’s crew.  A broken oar was stuck upright in the ground, to which the natives had tied their canoes, whereby we were convinced this was the spot where the attack had been made.  We now searched all along at the back of the beach, to see if the cutter was there, but instead of her, the most horrible scene was presented to our view; for there lay the hearts, heads, and lungs of several of our people, with hands and limbs in a mangled condition, some broiled and some raw; but no other parts of their bodies, which made us suspect that the cannibals had feasted upon and devoured the rest.  At a little distance we saw the dogs gnawing their entrails.  We observed a large body of the natives collected together on a hill about two miles off, but as night drew on apace, we could not advance to such a distance; neither did we think it safe to attack them, or even to quit the shore to take an account of the number killed, our troop being a very small one, and the savages were both numerous, fierce, and much irritated.  While we