“It was butchery,” said Pitts.

“So it was,” replied Kinnison; “and it caused a report to be spread that we killed and scalped all the men who fell into our hands.  As I said, I didn’t like it; but we had no time for thinking.  The enemy saw how fast our men were coming in from all quarters, for, by that time, the whole province was aroused, and they thought it would be best to think of getting back to Boston.  Well, they started from Concord about twelve o’clock.  As the main body marched along the road, the flanking parties tried to cover them, but it was of little use.  We followed, and kept picking off men from their rear, while it seemed as if there was a minuteman behind every fence or tree by the road.  We didn’t march under any regular orders, but each man tried to do all he could with his musket.  I and two or three other Lebanon men kept together, and managed to pick off some men at every by-road.  At one time, we just escaped the attack of a flanking party who killed some of the militia a short distance from us.  We lay concealed in the bushes till they went by, and then followed them up as before.  At two or three points, some companies of minute-men attacked the enemy in the open field, and killed a considerable number of them.  When they reached Lexington they were almost worn out, and could not have marched much farther.  Just then, we saw a large reinforcement of the red-coats, under Lord Percy, coming along the Roxbury road, and we had to hold off awhile.  You ought to have seen those royals, how they lay stretched on the ground, with their tongues hanging out of their mouths.  I got on the top of a stone barn, and saw Percy’s men form a hollow square about Smith’s troops, in order to protect them while they got a little breath.  But they could not halt long.  The woods were swarming with minute-men; and, if they waited, their retreat would have been cut off.  Well, they started again, and our men followed as before, picking off men from the flanks and rear.  At West Cambridge, we met Dr. Warren with a party of our men, and attacked the enemy boldly.  But their bayonets kept us off, and we only roused ’em so much that they plundered and burnt some houses along the road, and butchered some women and children.  Well, after a hard struggle, the enemy reached Charlestown, and then General Heath called us from the pursuit.”

“I’ve read,” remarked Mr. Hand, “that the British loss during that day was nearly three hundred—­that is, including wounded and prisoners.”

“It amounted to that, at least,” replied Kinnison; “and our loss was less than one hundred men.  I think the royals got a taste of our spirit that day.”

“Here’s a man can tell you something about the retreat of the enemy,” said Pitts, pointing to one of the old men, named Jonas Davenport.