Joseph Abbot, of Andover; Edward Harding, of Cape Ann; and Christopher Read, of Beverly,—­were wounded.  An account of the death of Captain Gardner, in detail, has been preserved.  The famous warrior, and final conqueror of King Philip, Benjamin Church, was in the fight as a volunteer, rendered efficient service, and was wounded.  His “History of King Philip’s War” is reprinted, by John Kimball Wiggin, as one of his series of elegant editions of rare and valuable early colonial publications entitled “Library of New England History.”  In the second number, Part I. of Church’s history is edited by Henry Martyn Dexter.  Church’s account of what came within his observation in this fight, with the notes of the learned editor, is the most valuable source of information we have in reference to it.  He says, that, in the heat of the battle, he came across Gardner, “amidst the wigwams in the east end of the fort, making towards him; but, on a sudden, while they were looking each other in the face, Captain Gardner settled down.”  He instantly went to him.  The blood was running over his cheek.  Church lifted up his cap, calling him by name.  “Gardner looked up in his face, but spoke not a word, being mortally shot through the head.”  The widow of Captain Gardner (Ann, sister of Sir George Downing) became the successor of Ann Dudley, the celebrated poetess of her day, by marrying Governor Bradstreet, in 1680.  She died in 1713.

There is a curious parallelism between the first and the last great victory over the Indian power in the history of America.  An interval of one hundred and sixty one years separates them.  On the 19th of December, 1836,—­the anniversary of the day when Winslow stormed the Narragansett fort,—­Colonel Taylor received his orders to pursue the Florida Indians.  It was a last attempt to subdue them.  They had long baffled and defied the whole power of the United States.  Every general in the army had laid down his laurels in inglorious and utter failure.  He started on the 20th, with an army of about one thousand men.  On the 25th, he found himself on the edge of a swamp, impassable by artillery or horses.  On the opposite side were the Indian warriors, ready to deal destruction, if he should attempt to cross the swamp.  He had the same question to decide which Winslow had; and he decided it in the same way, with equal promptness.  The struggle lasted about the same time; and the loss, in proportion to the numbers engaged, was about the same.  The results were alike permanently decisive.  Okee-cho-bee stands by the side of Narragansett, and the names of Josiah Winslow and Zachary Taylor are imperishably inscribed together on the tablets of military glory.

Dr. Palfrey says that Captain Nathaniel Davenport was a son of “Davenport of the Pequot War.”  He was born in Salem, and brought up in the village.  His name, with those of his brave father, and his associate in youth and in death Joseph Gardner, belongs to our local annals.  They were both the idols of their men.  Davenport was dressed, when he fell, in a “full buff suit,” and was probably thought by the Indians to be the commander-in-chief.  On receiving his triple wound, he called his lieutenant, Edward Tyng, to him, gave him his gun in charge, delivered over to him the command of his company, and died.