Blazing the Way; Or, True Stories, Songs and Sketches of Puget SoundDenny, Emily Inez
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Blazing the Way; Or, True Stories, Songs and Sketches of Puget Sound
Denny, Emily Inez
Indians of North America -- Northwestern States; Oregon Territory -- History; Washington (State) -- History
To quote his own words: "Early the next morning I persuaded James
Broad and Charley Williamson, a couple of harum-scarum run-away
sailors, to accompany me to my ranch in the cove, where we
remained two weeks securing crops. We always kept our rifles near
us while working in the field, so as to be ready for
emergencies, and brave as they seemed their faces several times
blanched white as they sprang for their guns on hearing brush
crack near them, usually caused by deer. One morning on going to
the field where we were digging potatoes, we found fresh moccasin
tracks, and judged from the difference in the size of the tracks
that at least half a dozen savages had paid the field a visit
during the night. As nothing had been disturbed we concluded that
they were waiting in ambush for us and accordingly we retired to
the side of the field farthest from the woods and began work,
keeping a sharp lookout the while. Soon we heard a cracking in
the brush and a noise that sounded like the snapping of a
flintlock. We grabbed our rifles and rushed into the woods where
we heard the noise, so as to have the trees for shelter, and if
possible to draw a bead on the enemy. On reaching shelter, the
crackling sound receded toward Salmon Bay. But fearing a surprise
if we followed the sound of retreat, we concluded to reach the
Bay by way of a trail that led to it, but higher up; we reached
the water just in time to see five redskins land in a canoe, on
the opposite side of the Bay where the Crooks' barn now stands.
After that I had hard work to keep the runaways until the crop
was secured, and did so only by keeping one of them secreted in
the nearest brush constantly on guard. At night we barred the
doors and slept in the attic, hauling the ladder up after us.
Sometimes, when the boys told blood-curdling stories until they
became panicky by their own eloquence, we slept in the woods, but
that was not often.
"In this way the crops were all saved, cellared and stacked, only
to be destroyed afterward by the torch of the common enemy.
"Twice the house was fired before it was finally consumed, and
each time I happened to arrive in time to extinguish the flames,
the incendiaries evidently having taken to their heels as soon as
the torch was applied."
While yet new to the country he met with an adventure not uncommon to
the earliest settlers in the great forest, recorded as follows:
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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