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
Ashamed though I am to confess it, I took no heed as to the location of
the boat we were leaving--made no attempt to seek out what would serve
as a guide when we returned, if in deed we ever did; but had only in
mind the idea of proceeding up-stream toward where the reports of the
weapons had come from.
And into the blackness of the forest we plunged,
I claiming to be better versed, in woodcraft than my companion, yet
doing that which the most ignorant townsman would never have dreamed of
attempting.
It was the act of a fool, and I was to receive the punishment due my
folly.
CHAPTER VI.
ASTRAY.
It seemed to me that the noise of the firearms had come from a point
about half a mile from the shore, and less than a third of this distance
up-stream, therefore I bent my way in that direction, heeding nothing
save the terrible fear that Simon Kenton had been taken prisoner, or
killed outright.
Could I have learned that he was dead my heart might have been somewhat
lighter, for I knew full well how terrible would be the torture
inflicted upon him once the savages understood who he was.
In such case, Paul and I were bound to carry the sad news back to the
volunteers without delay; but while there was a chance of our being able
to give him succor, I held that it was our duty to make every effort in
such direction.
When I was older grown, and had seen more of warfare, I came to
understand that the life of one man counts for but little when compared
with the general good, and had such fact been impressed upon my mind at
this time, I would never have set out on the foolhardy errand which bid
fair to lead Paul Sampson and me to our death.
The lad whom Simon Kenton and I had saved from the stake was an apt
pupil, as he showed on this night when he followed close in my
footsteps, betraying no signs of fear when he might well have been
excused for betraying timorousness, and moving with the utmost caution.
It is not for me to say that we advanced as silently as the young scout
could have done; but I was satisfied that we were not moving in a clumsy
fashion, and began to feel a certain pride in thus showing Paul how we
of the frontier followed on the trail of our enemies.
During perhaps half an hour we two went steadily but cautiously forward,
and then it seemed to me as if we should have arrived at the spot from
which the shots had come.
I halted and listened intently. Not a sound could be heard save the
soughing of the wind among the foliage, or the countless faint noises of
the night which tell of life when the world is supposed to be sleeping.
For the first time a sense of distrust in my own ability found lodgment
in my mind. It seemed positive we had either traveled in the wrong
direction, or the savages had left the vicinity where the encounter had
taken place. Surely we ought to have come across Kenton, unless he made
a wider detour than at first seemed probable, or, as I feared, had been
taken prisoners.
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