They stared at the surroundings, full of trees and green shrubs. Along the route back home from gathering nourishments, the only structure between the river and the village was the colonist's wooden fort, which was guarded. Soldiers armed with long rifles, which were as tall as the soldier itself, multiple soldiers walking back and forth with it facing the sky. The natives were caught off guard as the colonists started to chase the natives from hearing the footsteps made by the movement of the leaves when walking. The Indians rushed to their den, which they knew was no longer going to be there. In the blink of an eye, the Indians informed, gathered, and split into multiple groups. In a fraction of a second later, the rifles were fired, the Indians knew that the beautiful land was no longer going to be theirs. They turned back for one final glimpse at the wooden houses that they grew up in and ran through the wilderness full of green bushes,  branches and trees. The branches caught many natives and fell. The soldiers brutally attacked the natives on the land that now belonged to them.