Even the strong stomach of Boone rebelled against the food that was
presented to him. It was plentiful and of materials that in another
form would have been appetizing, but the Indian methods of cooking
spoilt it. Meat, corn, hominy, beans, and other vegetables were stewed
in bear’s oil, with little care for cleanliness, and served in one
repellent mess. But Boone forced himself to swallow his meals with
feigned enjoyment and, indeed, made a point of affecting satisfaction
and contentment with all the conditions of his new life.
Boone soon discovered that he was watched during every moment of the
day, but he did not allow the Indians to know that he was aware of
the fact. The surveillance was often cleverly contrived to evade his
detection but never succeeded in that respect. The copper-colored
urchin who with precocious cunning pretended to casually encounter him
on the outskirts of the town was instantly recognized as a spy, but
treated as a welcome friend, and after a joyous romp carried home on
the shoulder of the man he had been set to watch. At night no guard was
placed, nor was any necessary, for although Boone might with little
difficulty have eluded his sleeping companions, he could not have
walked twenty paces outside the hut without arousing the dogs which
fairly swarmed about the town. These gaunt mongrels were particularly
exuberant when they smelt a white man and snarled and snapped at any
that came near them.
But it was not in Boone’s mind to make any attempt to escape for the
present. It was his purpose to turn his captivity to good account by
improving his knowledge of the Indians and gaining information as to
their contemplated movements against the settlers. His efforts were
now bent towards increasing the feeling of friendliness that they
entertained towards him and exciting their confidence in him. He took
part in the sports and contests of the young braves, but shrewdly
regulated his conduct so as to arouse their admiration without exciting
their envy. In the shooting matches he might easily have outdone the
best of them, but he contented himself with making a good showing
without equalling the performances of their best marksmen.
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