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
Monsieur Rocheblave, a Frenchman, had command of the British forces
roundabout Kaskaskia, and the hunters reported him to be an exceedingly
vigilant officer, who kept a large number of spies continually on the
alert to guard against the approach of people from Kentucky who were
known to have taken sides with the eastern colonists in the struggle for
liberty.
There were eighty British soldiers in the garrison, and all the redskins
nearabout were in the pay of the commandant, therefore it might be said
that the force at this point was exceeding strong; but Simon Kenton's
friends believed it might be taken by surprise, providing we could
capture the spies sent out by Rocheblave.
Once our people appeared before the garrison, when the Indians were not
there to lend their aid, the post must of a necessity surrender, and
thus the work set for us to do might be accomplished without bloodshed.
That this renegade Frenchman was exerting himself to stir up the
Indiana against the settlers there could be no question; in fact one of
these hunters had good proof that such was the case, he having been
present when the king's officer offered a certain reward in the shape of
ammunition and blankets if the savages would surprise and massacre a
number of families who had made a clearing on the banks of the
Mississippi River.
Kaskaskia was founded, as I have read, after the visit of La Salle to
the Mississippi in 1683, by Father Gravier, Catholic missionary among
the Illinois Indians, and was the capital and chief town of the Illinois
country so far as the French continued in possession of it. In 1763, it
was ceded by the French to Great Britain, and such of the French
officers as held possession were continued in the pay of the English
king.
With the exception of fifteen or twenty, such as the hunters whom we
met, all the settlers in that vicinity were of French descent.
The day following our arrival at the mouth of the Tennessee River was
spent in idleness. We had a plentiful supply of meat, and the hunters
were unwilling to talk or think of anything save the possible capture of
the outpost from whence had been sent so many murdering bands of savages
to shed blood simply that the king's hold upon this fair country might
be the stronger.
Therefore it was we remained idle, wasting our time, as I thought, until
an hour past noon, when Paul and I had wandered a short distance up the
river in company with Simon Kenton and the hunter whom he had greeted as
a friend, and then were spoken those words which lifted from Simon
Kenton's heart the greatest burden man can bear.
Several times since he so suddenly appeared to me on the bank of the
Ohio River, having come at a time when he could render my mother and
myself the greatest possible service, had he commenced a sentence
regarding himself, and suddenly stopped, as if fearing to betray
somewhat of his own life which others should not know.
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