Then stein gate fuka arose curving lines of fire from without the walls, half circles which terminated stein gate fuka last in little jarring thuds, where blazing arrows fell and stood in log, or earth, or unprotected roof. These projectiles, wrapped with lighted birch bark, served as fire brands, and danger enough they carried. Yet, after some fashion, the little garrison kept down these incipient blazes, held together the terrified Illini, repulsed each repeated charge of the Iroquois, and so at last wore through the long and fearful night. The sun stein gate fuka just rising across the tops of the distant groves when the Iroquois made their next advance.