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
At that moment we were in more danger of such of the savages than
from those who were yet sound in body; but as the time passed and I felt
neither the sting of a bullet nor the burning cut of a knife, my courage
came back again before those around me noted the fact of my having been
near to cowardice.
We advanced, leaping from one sheltered spot to another, until the word
was passed along the line that the remnant of the foe had taken to
flight, no longer trying to shelter themselves, and the battle was over,
save for those eager white men who pursued in the hope of shedding yet
more Indian blood.
Major Clarke gave the word for his force to fall back to the boat. He
told off four men to search the thicket for bodies of the savages in
order that we might know how many had fallen, and the remainder of the
party, save two or three who were so far in advance as not to have heard
the command, returned to where the flat-boat was moored.
It was in my mind to congratulate Paul upon his having been in action
and come out unscathed, believing a lad like him, who had stood up
against the enemy for the first time in his life, would be ready to hear
words of praise, or, at least, discuss the exciting events.
But the boy whom I had looked upon as ignorant because of never having
lived on the frontier, was now shaming me by his actions.
Instead of spending his time in useless words, Paul began cleaning his
heated rifle, and otherwise putting himself into condition to do a like
service if the occasion should suddenly require it.
Abashed by his calm and manly behavior, I held my peace, following his
example, and when the last of the pursuers had returned to the flat-boat
we two lads were ready to take part in another encounter.
Those who had been detailed to learn how much injury we inflicted upon
the foe, reported that fourteen killed or grievously wounded lay in the
thicket, and once more Major Clarke questioned us as to the probable
number we had seen in the encampment.
I was positive, as also was Paul, that there could not have been upward
of thirty, while it was more reasonable to believe the band numbered
less than twenty, and the major claimed that we might rest assured there
was no longer any danger to be feared from this particular band of
brutes.
While we were fighting in the thicket the other flat-boats had come down
the stream, rounded-to, and made fast alongside the first craft; but not
a man had gone on shore to take part in the battle because of the orders
left by our leader.
Now we were ready to continue the journey, and the major said to Paul
and me when we were on board once more, drifting with the current:
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