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 shall be as you say, lads," Major Clarke replied; "but I warn you
against being too eager for such frays. An attack in the night, while it
may sometimes be less dangerous than in the daytime, is likely to prove
far more hazardous."
The major might have convinced me that it was my duty to remain aboard
the flat-boat; but Paul Sampson was as headstrong once he had resolved,
as he was quiet in manner, and I understood, without the necessity for
words, that he would not be turned from his purpose.
It can well be supposed that after this word was brought in every man
gave due heed to silence, for should the savages who were making ready
to torture the prisoner, discover that we were near at hand, Simon
Kenton's death would speedily follow.
To make any attempt to gain the opposite shore with one of the large
flat-boats would be folly, therefore all the dugouts which we towed, or
carried aboard, were brought into line, and those men selected for the
enterprise clambered into them, Paul and I among the others.
Now to my surprise, instead of putting directly across the river, the
boats were allowed to drift down on the same side where the heavy craft
were moored, keeping well within the shadow of the trees, and not until
we were a mile or more below where it was said the Indians had halted,
was any effort made to cross.
By the time the opposite side was gained we were fully two miles down
stream, and even a greater distance from the place it would be necessary
to gain in order to rescue Kenton.
Here we landed, Major Clarke and one of the older men taking the lead,
while the remainder followed in single file.
Paul and I were midway of the line, and because strict orders had been
given that no word should be spoken, he pressed my arm from time to
time as if to convey by such means the thoughts that came into his mind.
I could not divine of what he might be thinking; but I knew it was a
very disagreeable fact that at any moment we might fall into an ambush,
for no man could say with certainty that the Indians had failed to note
our coming.
I suffered more during that tramp of two miles in the utter darkness,
than on the previous night when it had seemed as if Paul's fate and mine
was sealed.
When we were come so near to the place of torture that the light of the
fires kindled around the tree to which the captive was bound could be
plainly seen, but were screened from view of the river by the foliage,
my heart beat and thumped until it seemed, so nervous had I become, as
if the noise must give warning to the painted crew who were dancing
around their intended victim.
In whispers Major Clarke gave orders that the men should separate and
creep forward, each at a distance of six paces from the other, until we
had half encircled the murderous band, and then each was to be on the
alert, ready to fire when the first report of the commander's rifle was
heard.
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