Alden the Pony Express rider : $b or, Racing for life — John Shaqi
Alden the Pony Express rider : $b or, Racing for lifeEllis, Edward Sylvester
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Alden the Pony Express rider : $b or, Racing for life
Ellis, Edward Sylvester
Pony express -- Juvenile fiction
“’Twon’t work; they’ve got thar guide and we’ve got ourn; which one
would be the boss in them sarcumstances?”
“You, of course.”
“The other chap, whoever he might be, would have something to say
’bout that, and like ’nough him and me would have a fout to settle
the question. Our folks are all good friends and git along powerful
pleasant; ’tain’t likely we could do that if we took in a lot of
strangers that we’d never heerd of afore. No, sir.”
And Shagbark puffed hard at his pipe, which had nearly died out during
the conversation.
That night the train went into camp on the western bank of a stream
fifty yards wide, but comparatively shallow. There was no difficulty in
fording it, the women and children riding in the wagons without getting
wet. The current was clear and so icy that it was evident it had its
source in the mountains.
The wagons were ranged as usual in a circle with the animals surrounded,
where there was enough grass for their supper. Some trouble was met in
getting all the wood needed, but enough was obtained to serve for the
preparation of supper. By that time the air had become so chilly that
the blaze was carefully nursed in order to reinforce the blankets. The
effort, however, was not very successful.
The fact that no Indians had been seen for the last two or three days
did not affect the watchfulness of the company. The usual guards were
stationed, and it again fell to the lot of Alden Payne to act as one
of them. Jethro Mix was placed at the wagon which stood next to his,
the duty of both being to serve until midnight. Shagbark, who seemed
to sleep only now and then, for brief intervals, decided by and by, to
take a long rest. He never occupied any of the wagons, but wrapping his
heavy blanket around his shoulders, lay down near the smouldering camp
fire, with the animals grouped on all sides. It was always understood
that if anything occurred he was to be roused at once. The men had
learned much during the long journey thither of the ways of the plains,
but he never fully trusted them.
The steady tramping, riding and the dragging of the heavy Conestogas
made the rest welcome to men, women, children and to the animals. By
nine o’clock everything was in the form it would be two hours later,
provided no disturbance took place.
Night had hardly shut in, when a mile or so to the westward the lights
of another camp twinkled through the darkness. All knew it came from
the party that had been traveling near them for several days past.
Shagbark had spoken of riding forward with Alden and making a call upon
the emigrants, but decided to wait a while.
The night was similar to that of the Indian attack. Perhaps there
were more clouds drifting across the sky, but the moon near the full,
plowed through the snowy masses and made the illumination fitful and
uncertain. Sometimes one could see objects for a hundred yards and
more, and then the view was shortened to half that distance.
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