Ben Comee : $b A tale of Rogers's Rangers, 1758-59Canavan, M. J. (Michael Joseph)
History
Ben Comee : $b A tale of Rogers's Rangers, 1758-59
Canavan, M. J. (Michael Joseph)
United States -- History -- French and Indian War, 1754-1763 -- Fiction
"I guess last night did for me, Amos. I've got some kind of fever coming
on. Start a fire if you can, and let us try to warm ourselves."
The ground was wet, but Amos and Edmund collected an armful of dry wood
from sheltered spots. We rubbed some gunpowder into a rag, and sprinkled
more over it. We held it near the lock of the gun, and flashed some
powder in the pan. This lighted the rag, and we covered it with fine
shavings which we had whittled, and made a fire.
"A canoe from below ought to reach here by to-morrow. I can keep up till
then."
"Hush! I heard a p-partridge, and I've g-got strength enough to go after
him." The tough, wiry fellow took his gun, and went into the woods.
[Sidenote: WELCOME VISITORS]
We heard a bang, and he came out with a partridge, which we roasted and
divided among us. It only served to sharpen our hunger.
"There must be more of these p-partridges in there. I'm g-going to try
again. I feel b-better."
"I will go too," said Edmund.
They walked into the woods, and in half an hour I heard a couple of
shots, and they came out with two birds. We roasted them, ate them, and
felt that we were saved. We kept a good fire going, built a rough
shelter of boughs, and slept quite comfortably that night, though the
fever troubled me somewhat. The next morning we made an attempt to find
more birds, but were unsuccessful. A little after noon we saw a birch
coming up the stream with three men in it. They waved their hands to us,
and landed where we were at the foot of the falls. They shook hands, and
one of them said:--
"You look pretty peaked, boys. I guess a little food and drink won't
hurt you."
We ate greedily, and the food put warmth and life into us. We asked
about Rogers.
"He's at No. 4. His raft was swept over these falls, and he and his men
had a narrow escape. Then he made a new raft and was nearly lost at the
falls below. We'd like to stop longer with you, boys, but can't. We're
carrying food to the fellows up the river."
"You must get there as quick as you can. We left about seventy men up
there, starving and going mad for want of food."
"Some more birches are to follow us in a couple of days, and you'll meet
them on your way down."
They gave us some food and then made the carry, up by the falls, and
left us. We ate and drank some more, and then slept for an hour. When we
woke up, we felt much stronger, and went to work making another raft.
The next day we completed the raft early in the morning; and drifted
down to the waterfall of which they had spoken. We kept our ears and
eyes open, and went ashore in time to avoid it. We had built a fire and
were making a shelter, when three more canoes came up, and we camped
together with the men. We had all that we could eat and it was
delightful to us to meet these clean, healthy, robust men, full of life.
[Sidenote: FORT NO. 4]
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