A gentle pioneer : $b Being the story of the early days in the new westBlanchard, Amy Ella
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A gentle pioneer : $b Being the story of the early days in the new west
Blanchard, Amy Ella
Frontier and pioneer life -- Ohio River Valley -- Juvenile fiction
Therefore the rest of the way Agnes, for the most part, kept her
place by Jeanie in the big wagon, or, when tired of sitting still,
the two would get out and keep pace with the slow-going oxen, while
the pack-horses went on ahead. In this manner they covered the whole
distance, camping at night, and starting off betimes in the morning,
the line of white-covered wagons winding along the rough roads slowly
but surely, and each day bringing the little band of emigrants nearer
to their destination, though Agnes found the ten days had lengthened
into weeks before they came to their final stop on the banks of the
Ohio.
This long-looked-for moment arrived, there was much excitement and much
running to and fro. The men stalked about gesticulating and pointing
out the various features of the landscape; the women gathered together
in groups, laughing and talking; the more adventurous children wanted
to form exploring parties at once, while the timid ones clung close
to their mothers, awed by the deep, impenetrable forest in which all
sorts of dangers, real or fancied, lurked. Then one after another the
little cabins were erected of rough, hewn logs, and in a short time
all of them were snuggled down, each in its little hollow, where the
newly chopped stumps indicated a clearing. There was, too, a stockade
and fort not too far distant, for Indians were not to be trusted, even
in times of peace, and the shelter of the stockade would be necessary
when there came a warning.
It was quite summer by the time Agnes and her father took possession of
their home in the wonderful, mysterious forest. A humble little house
it was with its rude chimney plastered with clay, its unglazed windows
with their heavy wooden shutters. Its great fireplace in the one room
was where Agnes would cook the daily meals; the little loft overhead,
reached by a rough ladder, was her bedroom. Skins of wild animals
composed her bed and coverlet, and the daily food would be found close
at hand,--game from the forest, milk from the cow they had bought, and
porridge or mush from meal which they ground themselves.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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