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
"What did you do when mornin' came an' I failed to show up?" Kenton
asked, whereupon I replied quickly, thinking that the present was by far
the best time I would ever have in which to acknowledge my fault.
"We went in search of you after an hour had passed, and failed to find
the canoe on our return."
Then Paul, most like, understanding that I would have the story told in
a manner favorable to myself, gave a hurried account of our adventures
from that time until we learned of the scout's trouble.
"I ran straight into the arms of four snakes who had heard me coming,
and showed myself to be the biggest idiot that ever made a try of goin'
down the Ohio River," Kenton said bitterly, and I rejoiced at the tone,
for it told that he would not be likely to inquire very closely into my
folly.
He had been bound to the tree where we found him, since early morning,
and during such time the savages had given him a slight foretaste of
what was to come, by cutting his body here and there until the blood
flowed in tiny streams.
At the moment it struck me as strange that we three should be talking of
the past in this leisurely fashion, interrupting ourselves now and then
to discharge our rifles when a tuft of feathers could be seen; but I
afterward came to know that in times of greatest danger Simon Kenton
appeared to be occupied with the most trifling affairs.
I asked him once, when the conversation lagged, if he had thought Major
Clarke's force might come to his relief, and he replied emphatically:
"I had no idea, lad, but that they were many miles below here. You can
be certain that I turned the matter over and over again in my mind.
There was ample time for reflection, and I could see no way but for me
to go into the other world as cheerfully as possible. I was determined
those sneaks shouldn't bring a cry of pain to my lips. But for you two,
for I'm countin' that some of the reptiles would have shot me before
this if you hadn't come up like little men, riskin' the bullets, to set
me free, I'd taken no more part in this 'ere trip of Major Clarke's. If
either of you ever get into a tight place, you can count on my standin'
close alongside while the breath stays in my body."
This was the moment when I should have confessed that but for Paul, he,
Simon Kenton, would yet be bound to the tree; but the words were not
spoken, and I have never ceased to regret that I did not make the
explanation due my comrade.
As I read over what is here set down it seems much as if I had made it
appear that we were giving little heed to whatever might be passing
around us, when, as a matter of fact, we were keenly alive to all that
went on, and lost no opportunity of dealing the painted fiends a deadly
blow.
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