The wild men came on with a bold and fierce mien, not in a line,
but all in crowds here and there, to the point were our men lay
in wait for them. When they were so near as to be in range of the
guns, our men shot at them right and left with five or six balls
in each charge. As the foe came up in close crowds, they fell
dead on all sides, and most of those that they did not kill were
much hurt, so that great fear and dread came on them all.

Our men then fell on them from three points with the butt end of
their guns, swords, and staves, and did their work so well that
the wild men set up a loud shriek, and flew for their lives to
the woods and hills, with all the speed that fear and swift feet
could help them to do. As our men did not care to chase them,
they got to the shore where they had come to land and where the
boats lay.

But their rout was not yet at an end, for it blew a great storm
that day from the sea, so that they could not put off. And as the
storm went on all that night, when the tide came up, the surge of
the sea drove most of their boats so high on the shore, that they
could not be got off save with great toil, and the force of the
waves on the beach broke some of them to bits.

At break of day, our men went forth to find them, and when they
saw the state of things, they got some dry wood from a dead tree,
and set their boats on fire. When the foe saw this, they ran all
through the isle with loud cries, as if they were mad, so that
our men did not know at first what to do with them, for they trod
all the corn down with their feet, and tore up the vines just as
the grapes were ripe, and did a great deal of harm.