On the Kentucky Frontier: A Story of the Fighting Pioneers of the WestOtis, James
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On the Kentucky Frontier: A Story of the Fighting Pioneers of the West
Otis, James
United States -- History -- Revolution, 1775-1783 -- Juvenile fiction
It is enough if I say that both us lads, for she gave Paul the same show
of affection as was bestowed upon me, promised to be as careful of our
lives as one could who had set about such work as ours might prove, and
in less than half an hour from the moment Simon Kenton announced his
intention of leaving the island, we were standing by the water's edge
awaiting his commands.
The young scout did not delay once we were ready. A canoe such as is
known by the name of "dugout," was moored to a tree, and in her had been
loaded our scanty outfit.
A supply of ammunition, pepper, salt, a few potatoes and three loaves of
corn bread made up the list of our belongings such as we could not carry
in the pockets of our hunting shirts. As a matter of course each had a
knife and a rifle, which last would serve to provide us with more food,
and we really needed nothing else.
Paul had made an attempt to speak with his father before leaving; but
Mr. Sampson was so deeply engaged in laying plans for the future village
which was to spring up on the banks of the Ohio, that he had no time to
spend on his son.
Major Clarke was the only member of all that company who knew we were to
set out at this time, and he remained in close conversation with Simon
Kenton a good half hour after Paul and I had taken our places in the
dugout. Then, seeing that the scout was eager to be off, he stepped
back, saying to us lads:
"See to it that you follow closely the instructions given by Kenton;
your lives may depend upon obedience, for the work you have undertaken
is in the highest degree dangerous."
He might have spared himself that much breath, so far as I was
concerned, for there was in my mind a very good idea of the perils we
would be called upon to face, and I had little relish for such a
reminder, because my courage at this moment was none of the best.
"So long as we remain in advance you may count on it that there is
nothin' to fear," Kenton said as he unmoored the boat and sent her
moving out into the current with a single stroke of the paddle. "We
shall give you fair warnin' if we come across anything worth knowin',
unless----"
He did not finish the sentence; but I knew full well how to conclude it.
"Unless we are taken by surprise and all killed," is what he would have
said but for the fear of alarming Paul and me.
Before we were half a mile from the island I came to realize that I was
playing the part of a fool by allowing my mind to dwell upon the
possibilities of the future, and, forcing thought into a different
channel, I began to speak of the village which it was proposed to build
on the bank of the river, little dreaming that it would one day be a
great city known as Louisville, as if named for me.
During ten minutes or more, not a word was spoken, and then as if
talking to himself, Kenton said:
"The volunteers will set out sometime to-morrow, an' should move along
as fast as we can."
"Are all the men coming down the river?" Paul said:
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