All of a sudden, bang! bang! bang! goes three or four guns⁠—the men had slipped around through the woods and come in from behind without their horses! The boys jumped for the river⁠—both of them hurt⁠—and as they swum down the current the men run along the bank shooting at them and singing out, “Kill them, kill them!” It made me so sick I most fell out of the tree. I ain’t a-going to tell all that happened⁠—it would make me sick again if I was to do that. I wished I hadn’t ever come ashore that night to see such things. I ain’t ever going to get shut of them⁠—lots of times I dream about them.