alice is in her father's bed. cora is collecting and tearing linen into strips for bandaging.
at the head of the disintegrating column. cora's holding alice's head to her bosom, covering her ears as if to protect her from the sounds.
running through the chaos and murder and british troopers and mohawks locked in struggle with hurons. cora's dress is torn. she holds alice to her. there's a pistol in cora's hand.
in a group of civilian militia. two of the militiamen are shot down. the third engages a fox warrior. cora & alice run.
struggle through the branches of trees. no one helps them. when they fall behind, they are pushed forward.