Nearlyallwerescatterednow。Ofthenoblecountrymenarmedwithscytheorpickaxe，blacksmith’shammer，orfold-pitcher，whohadstoodtheirgroundforhoursagainstblazingmusketryfrommenwhomtheycouldnotgetat，byreasonofthewater-dyke，andthenagainstthedeadlycannon，draggedbytheBishop’shorsestoslaughterhisownsheep；ofthesesturdyEnglishmen，nobleintheirwantofsense，scarceoneoutoffourremainedforthecowardstoshootdown。’Crosstherhaine，’theyshoutedout，’crosstherhaine，andcoomwithinrache：’buttheothermongrelBritons，withamongrelattheirhead，founditpleasantertoshootmenwhocouldnotshootinanswer，thantomeetthechanceofmischieffromstrongarms，andstrongerhearts。
Thelastsceneofthispiteousplaywasacting，justasIrodeup。Broaddaylight，andupstandingsun，winnowingfogfromtheeasternhills，andspreadingthemoorswithfreshness；allalongthedykestheyshone，glistenedonthewillow-trunks，andtouchedthebankswithahoarygray。Butalas!thosebanksweretouchedmoredeeplywithagoryred，andstrewnwithfallentrunks，morewoefulthanthewreckoftrees；whilehowling，cursing，yelling，andtheloathsomereekofcarnage，drownedthescentofthenew-mownhay，andthecarolofthelark。
ThenthecavalryoftheKing，withtheirhorsesatfullspeed，dashedfromeithersideuponthehelplessmobofcountrymen。Afewpikesfeeblylevelledmetthem；buttheyshotthepikemen，drewswords，andhelter-skelterleapedintotheshatteredandscatteringmass。Rightandlefttheyhackedandhewed；Icouldhearthesnappingofscythesbeneaththem，andseetheflashoftheirsweepingswords。Howitmustendwasplainenough，eventoonelikemyself，whohadneverbeheldsuchabattlebefore。ButWinnieledmeawaytotheleft；andasIcouldnothelpthepeople，neitherstoptheslaughter，butfoundthecannon-bulletscomingveryrudelynighme，Iwasonlytoogladtofollowher。
Thatfaithfulcreature，whomIbegantoadmireasifsheweremyownwhichisnolittlethingforamantosayofanotherman’shorse，stoppedinfrontofalowblackshed，suchaswecalla’linhay。’Andheresheutteredalittlegreeting，inasubduedandsoftenedvoice，hopingtoobtainananswer，suchashermasterwaswonttogiveinacheerymanner。Receivingnoreply，sheentered；andIwhocouldscarcekeepupwithher，poorKickumsbeingwearyleapedfromhisback，andfollowed。ThereIfoundhersniffinggently，butwithgreatemotion，atthebodyofTomFaggus。A
corpsepoorTomappearedtobe，ifevertherewasoneinthisworld；andIturnedaway，andfeltunabletokeepaltogetherfromweeping。Butthemareeithercouldnotunderstand，orelsewouldnotbelieveit。