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
Nor were the other members of our party at all backward in doing their
duty. As when we faced the savages further up the river, every man did
his best, and this display of courage was not to the liking of such
sneaks as had counted on shedding Simon Kenton's blood.
Within half an hour from the time the scout was set free, they began to
draw back, and we pressed our advantage until such a blow had been dealt
as must have taught them a lesson.
Then was heard Major Clarke's voice ordering the men back to the canoes,
and within a few moments we were being ferried across to the flat-boat,
where the other members of the expedition were waiting anxiously to
learn the result of the venture.
There was no longer any urgent reason why we should remain silent, for
the noise of the conflict had alarmed every painted snake within sound
of the rifles, and our men discussed the situation without taking the
precaution to speak in whispers.
The general belief appeared to be that these two parties whom we had
fought since daybreak, were one and the same. Our first meeting was with
those who were pushing on up the river in advance to spy out the land,
and it was the main body that had made of Kenton a prisoner.
All that had happened was for the best. But for my folly many men might
have been slain, and that folly would not have been committed but for
the fact of the scout's having been taking prisoner.
Clearly the good God had interposed in our favor, and we were come out
of the fights with nothing more serious than wounds which, if properly
cared for, would soon heal.
Within half an hour from the time we stepped on board the flat-boat
after having released Kenton, he insisted that Paul and I should lay
down to sleep, and at the moment I believed this display of care for us
arose from our efforts to release him at a time when death was looking
into his face.
Having had no sleep the night before, we were only too glad to act upon
his suggestion, and in a short time both of us lads were sleeping
soundly as only tired boys can.
At midnight we came to understand why Kenton had been so solicitous for
our welfare.
Then he aroused us, saying as we opened our eyes:
"I reckon you lads don't want to stay here any longer, an' it's time we
were movin'?"
"Where are you going?" I asked sleepily.
"Ahead of the flat-boats. Unless we start now there's little chance we
can do the party much good, an' I'm countin' on makin' a better job than
was the first one."
It was not to my liking, this setting out in the middle of the night to
drift through a country infested, as we had by this time every reason to
believe, with savage enemies, and I failed to understand how we could be
of benefit to the volunteers by sailing down the river in the darkness
when we might pass an hundred bands of reptiles without having any
suspicion they were near.
This much I said to Kenton, and he replied with a laugh:
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