JIM LONG-KNIFE
By Florance Walton Taylor
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Illustrated by
Dirk Gringhuis
ALBERT WHITMAN & COMPANY
Chicago Illinois
Second Printing 1967
Copyright 1959 by
ALBERT WHITMAN & COMPANY
L. C. Card 59-9656
Published simultaneously in the Dominion of Canada by George J. McLeod,
Limited, Toronto. Printed in
the U.S.A.
Dedication
To Alan’s three little queens;
Elizabeth,
Leslie,
Sarah.
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Permission is gratefully acknowledged for the use of material from
“George Rogers Clark Papers” in Vol. 8 of the _Collections_ of the
Illinois State Historical Library, edited by James Alton James,
copyright 1912.
[Illustration: _Minnemung_]
TABLE OF CONTENTS
I. A Strange Guest 7
II. Was It a Trick? 25
III. An Exchange at the Salt Lick 42
IV. Winter with the Potawatomis 57
V. The Long Knives 74
VI. On to Kaskaskia 94
VII. No Adoption 108
VIII. A Peaceful Interval 120
IX. Through the Drowned Lands 137
X. Capture of Vincennes 155
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Chapter I
A STRANGE GUEST
Thirteen-year-old Jim Hudson thumped a melon with practiced fingers,
then pulled it from the vine and laid it in a pile with the others. He
wiped his hot forehead with his sweaty shirtsleeve, turning with a smile
toward his mother. “Look, Ma!” he called, “See how many melons we have.
And how fine the turnips and corn look.”
Ma Hudson, her rifle across her knees, was sitting on a large stump in
the little clearing. She turned at the sound of Jim’s voice, and smiled
wearily at her towheaded boy. “Yes, Jim. We’ll have plenty to eat this
winter, I’m thinking.”
Jim moved on to another vine and glanced along the row to where his
father was kneeling. Ma pushed her sunbonnet back over her faded yellow
hair and resumed her watch into the wilderness surrounding the clearing.
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