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
Paul would have brought up the rear, but that I held the position as
belonging to me. Surely a lad who had always lived in towns could not
reasonably expect to be allowed such a post of danger when there were
others with a right to claim it.
That the savages were keeping a keen watch we knew instantly Simon
Kenton stepped outside the dense thicket, for then came the report of a
rifle, and a bullet whistled past my head so near that I could feel the
"wind" of its flight.
It was a queer act, when the darkness was so intense that one could not
distinguish an object twenty paces away, yet instinctively we three
darted behind the nearest trees for shelter, and there stood straining
our eyes in the hope of being able to discover a living target.
It was like looking into a deep well, to peer ahead, and all three of us
must have understood at the same instant that it was little less than
folly to remain there with any hope of sending a bullet home, for Paul
had just turned to continue the flight when Simon Kenton whispered to
me:
"We cannot benefit ourselves by remainin' here. The best plan is to
continue on up river, makin' as many miles as possible before daylight."
Having said this he darted forward, forcing Paul to fall into line
behind him, and I came close at the latter's heels.
Now was begun the oddest fight ever seen on the Ohio River.
We three were pressing forward as if it would advantage us much to gain
a few extra miles before morning, and the savages followed cautiously,
firing at random now and then, although they could not hope a single
bullet would take effect.
Several times we halted in the hope that the reptiles, thinking only of
overtaking us, might come up within shooting distance; but they were too
wary to be caught by any trick of that kind.
Whenever we came to a full stop it was as if all nature ceased
breathing, for we could not hear the lightest whisper amid the foliage,
and when the flight had continued in such fashion for an hour or more,
Simon Kenton said as we stood side by side listening intently for some
token of the villains:
"We won't get a fair shot at them until daylight, an' then they'll have
the same chance at us. I reckon we'd better make all the distance we can
while it is dark, an' then lay by when the sun rises."
To my mind it could benefit us but little if we approached a few miles
nearer our destination, for unless these wretches could be beaten back
within a reasonably short time, they would succeed in killing us before
we could come within fifty miles of the point we most desired to gain.
However, while holding death at bay for a few hours more or less we
might as well have our faces turned in the right direction, and I was
ready to do whatsoever the scout suggested, for, as I have said, fear
had fled from me now that our position was so desperate.
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