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
"Some will be left behind to look after the women and children; but the
remainder are to set off in the flat boats that were moored at the other
side of the island."
"If they are to come in boats, I do not understand why we push on
ahead," I said stupidly, whereupon Kenton replied:
"It's our business to know if the painted snakes are nearabout the river
in any great force."
"And how may we learn that, unless we tramp along the shore?"
"The chances are that the snakes would fire at us, not countin' on the
main force bein' so near."
"In which case we should gain the information by being shot--perhaps
killed."
"I reckon one of us would come out alive, an' he could get back to give
the news," Kenton said quietly, as if the possibility of our losing our
lives was as nothing so long as the volunteers were warned. "But there's
a good chance we'd all slip through without a scratch, even though the
reptiles had gathered in full force, for they're not the best marksmen
to be found hereabout, an' by keepin' well in the middle of the stream
it should be safe sailin'. Now I'm thinkin' we'd better keep our tongues
quiet, and set our eyes at work, else there's a show of slippin' by what
we've been sent to find. If you see the least auspicious looking thing,
sing out, and we'll know what it means before goin' any further."
Paul listened to these words as if they had no especial concern for him,
and I was near to being vexed with the lad because of his seeming
indifference when life was in danger; but checked myself with the
thought that he would put on a different look if he fully understood the
situation.
By this time Simon Kenton was keeping his eyes at work as he labored at
the paddle, refusing my proffer of assistance, and I question if a
single bent twig or broken bough escaped his notice. It was as if he
saw both sides of the river at the same instant, listening as eagerly as
he gazed, and it can be fancied that I did not dare attempt anything in
the way of conversation.
It is needless for me to explain at length in what fashion we rounded
this point, or skirted that cove half hidden by the overhanging foliage,
for all know full well how voyagers on the Ohio in the days of the
revolution guarded against ambush or sudden attack.
To my mind we might as well have remained with the volunteers during
this portion of the journey, for in case we came upon any considerable
body of savages there was little chance either of us would succeed in
carrying back the news to those who virtually placed their lives in our
keeping.
[Illustration: Within five seconds I had fired, using the curl of
vapor for a target.--Page 108. _On The Kentucky Frontier._]
We had been sailing three hours or more; the sun was low in the heavens,
and the shadows were already so dense on the western bank that a hundred
painted brutes might have been concealed beneath the low hanging
branches without our being any the wiser.
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