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
Not until nearly nightfall did the scout rejoin us, and then all traces
of his emotion had vanished. He was much the same person as before, and
yet entirely different, if I may use so contradictory an expression. I
mean that there was no change in his manner so far as could be seen
when we spoke of the purpose of our journey, or of that which was to be
done in the future; but when talking with Paul and me there was a
gladsome ring in his voice--a certain freedom of manner which struck me
forcibly, and yet might not have been evident to one who was
unacquainted with all the facts.
More than once during the evening he referred to the day when he was to
go back to Virginia, and during the remainder of the journey it was as
if all his future actions were marked out with especial reference to
that visit, only lately become possible.
Not until noon of the following day did the first of the flat-boats come
in sight, and it was the advice of these hunters from Kaskaskia that we
set out on the march up the Mississippi without delay, lest Monsieur
Rocheblave's spies should give that officer timely warning of our
coming.
Immediately Major Clarke came on shore Simon Kenton informed him of what
we had learned, and the four hunters announced their desire to
accompany the expedition from this point as guides.
Nothing could have been more favorable to the enterprise, and, as may be
readily supposed, the major did not hesitate to accept their services.
The volunteers, all good men and tried, were speedily acquainted with
the facts of the case, for in such an enterprise as this the commander
made no effort to conceal his intentions from those who accompanied him,
and it was believed by every one that no time should be wasted at this
point on the river.
When the last boat had rounded-to and made fast in front of our camp, we
were as well prepared for the march, in fact, better, than we should be
twenty-four hours later, and the halt was prolonged only until it could
be decided by all the members of the party how we might best set out.
After a consultation it was decided that the boats should be dropped
about six miles further down the river to such point as would afford
concealment for them, after which our party would begin the march across
the wilderness, and the last craft had not been made fast half an hour
before we were under way again, Simon Kenton, Paul and I paddling ahead
to select a spot where we might leave the unwieldy boats with some
degree of assurance that they would remain undiscovered.
In order that I should be able to tell the story of all we two lads did
while we were with Simon Kenton, it is necessary that much of the detail
be omitted, else would this poor story run to such length that he who
attempted to read might grow weary in the task.
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