A frontier knight : $b A story of early Texan border-lifeBlanchard, Amy Ella
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A frontier knight : $b A story of early Texan border-life
Blanchard, Amy Ella
Mexican War, 1846-1848 -- Juvenile fiction; Siblings -- Juvenile fiction; Texas -- Juvenile fiction; Western stories
“I can’t say that I was overcome with grief,” said Neal, “though it
wasn’t a pretty company to stay with. Still, when I looked at ’em
and thought their mothers would like them to have Christian burial,
whatever sort of beasts they were, I concluded it wouldn’t hurt me to
stay long enough to get them underground decently. Then I packed the
few things the Injuns had left and came on. I knew if Steve had got
away at all, he was likely to travel towards Santa Fé and so I set my
face in that direction. But if I thought I had left danger behind me
I was mistaken, for the mountains are full of the savagest kinds of
Indians and that I got through with a whole skin was more by good luck
than good management. I was glad enough to get out of the mountains
and down into the valley where it was easier traveling. In one of
the little towns I got my first clue to Steve. Not many white people
had visited them until the Americanos had come with an army to take
possession of the country, but there had been one man not long before
the big army came; he had no horse, and from what I could learn it
seemed possible that it might be Steve. He had traveled towards Santa
Fé, so I went on in that direction. After a time I learned that the
army had gone towards California, and it seemed to my mind that my best
plan was to follow its tracks, for I argued if Steve had reached Santa
Fé he would have been home before that, so I turned west again. Pretty
soon I got into a detestable piece of country, all sand up-hill one way
and sand down-hill the other way; no water anywhere. My horse and I
were about done for when we got over it. Then I struck another desert;
about the worst piece of country I ever did come on. One spell I
thought my poor horse had given out entirely, and that I’d have to call
the search off, but I thought of two girls waiting down here in Texas
and of Steve somewhere, perhaps, and I got the pluck to go on again.”
“Oh, you dear boy!” exclaimed Christine.
“Whose prayers were at work that time?” came lazily from Steve; and if
Alison did not answer in words she did by going over to Neal and taking
her place by his side. He put his arm around her with a satisfied sigh.
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