The blood of the archers was up. All their savage nature was on flame.
They saw red, so to speak, and red enough they made it for those unhappy
boats.
Not only halfway towards their own shore, but nearly all the way did
they chase them, until their arrows were completely expended.
Then back came the archer-fleet, having hardly lost a single man.
Back they came, bending merrily to their paddles and singing some wild
chant that mingled strangely with the scream of the carrion birds that
now nearly darkened the air, or, perching upon the floating bodies, had
already begun their fearful feast.
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Note 1. Dug-out--a kind of large canoe made from a single tree hollowed
by hatchet and fire.
Book 4--CHAPTER FIVE.