Forest Glen; or, The Mohawk's FriendshipKellogg, Elijah
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Forest Glen; or, The Mohawk's Friendship
Kellogg, Elijah
Frontier and pioneer life -- Juvenile fiction; Quakers -- Juvenile fiction
"I've been thinking whether the Black Rifle wouldn't go. There are
always fifteen or twenty men that'll follow him anywhere; and they are
just the men we want. He offered to go with Braddock, but the old goat
wouldn't have him."
"Don't think 'twould work," said Holdness. "Kernel Armstrong's a man
who knows his business, and would kalkerlate ter be obeyed. The Black
Rifle's better kalkerlated ter lead than ter foller anybody; and his
men likewise had ruther go with him, and nobody else. He kills Indians
for the sake of killin' 'em: peace or war, it's all the same ter him.
They go for the sake of the scalps; and they know very well that they
can take more scalps going with him in one week, than with a regular
force in a month; and make ten dollars where they wouldn't make one."
"That's so," said McClure: "Brad's got the right of it."
"There's one thing though," said Holdness: "I believe he thinks more of
me than any other being, and loves me as well as he can love anybody
since his great sorrow crushed his heart, and tore him all ter pieces;
and I've not much doubt but if I go and see him, tell him what's on
foot, and that we want ter do all we kin for the country, and have got
to leave this fort with a small garrison, that he would agree to camp
here in the Run; and look out for us; and, if he agrees ter do it, he's
just as true as steel. And though I don't think there's much danger,
yet, if he would agree to camp round here, I for one should go away
easy; and 'twould be a great comfort to the women-folks. Perhaps he'd
let us have some powder and lead: he allers has a stock."
"Well, Ned," said McClure, "I s'pose you want to have an answer; and
you may tell Armstrong that we'll furnish twelve or fifteen men, and be
at the place appointed at the time set; and you kin tell him they'll
be _men_ too,--men that kin shoot ter a hair's breadth, brought up ter
fightin' Indians, and won't tremble in their shoes at the sound of the
war-whoop."
"I'll just tell him," said Rangely, "that Brad Holdness and Sandie
McClure are among them, and they are a sample of the rest."
"Tell him they know their worth; won't foller any turkey-cock of a
red-coat they may send across the water; and after they get there, if
they find they've been deceived, they'll shoulder their rifles and go
back."
"Ye'll please to remember that last observation, Maister Rangely," said
Stewart, "seeing it's o' muckle weight; for I opine that Black Douglas
himsel', with his two hundred claymore, and lance like a weaver's beam,
would hae been of sma' account in the woods wi' savages."
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