On the Pampas; Or, The Young SettlersHenty, G. A. (George Alfred)
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On the Pampas; Or, The Young Settlers
Henty, G. A. (George Alfred)
Pampas (Argentina) -- Juvenile fiction
The proposal was at once agreed to; and the three who were first on
duty at once rose, and, taking their rifles, went off in various
directions, first agreeing that one of them should give a single
whistle as a signal that the watch was up, and that two whistles
close together would be a warning to retreat at once toward the
center.
The watch also ascertained which were the next three men to be
roused, and these and the succeeding watches agreed to lie next to
each other, in order that they might be roused without awakening
their companions.
In a few minutes there was a general unrolling of ponchos, and soon
afterward only sleeping figures could be seen by the dim light of
the smoldering fire. Mr. Hardy, indeed, was the only one of the
party who did not fall to sleep. Thoughts of the events of the last
twenty-four hours, of the best course to be adopted, and of the
heavy responsibility upon himself as leader of this perilous
expedition, prevented him from sleeping. He heard the watch return,
rouse the relief, and lay down in their places. In another half
hour he himself rose, and walked out toward the sentry.
It was a young man named Cook, one of the new settlers to the east
of Mount Pleasant. "Is that you, Mr. Hardy?" he asked, as he
approached. "I was just coming in to wake you."
"What is it, Mr. Cook?"
"It strikes me, sir, that there is a strange light away to the
southwest. I have only noticed it the last few minutes, and thought
it was fancy, but it gets more distinct every minute."
Mr. Hardy looked out anxiously into the gloom and quickly perceived
the appearance that his friend alluded to.
For a minute or two he did not speak, and then, as the light
evidently increased, he said, almost with a groan, "It is what I
feared they would do: they have set the prairie on fire. You need
not keep watch any longer. We are as much separated from the
Indians as if the ocean divided us."
Cook gave the two short whistles agreed upon to recall the other
men on guard, and then returned with Mr. Hardy to the rest of the
party. Then Mr. Hardy roused all his companions. Every man leaped
up, rifle in hand, believing that the Indians were approaching.
"We must be up and doing," Mr. Hardy said cheerfully; "the Indians
have fired the pampas."
There was a thrill of apprehension in the bosom of many present,
who had heard terrible accounts of prairie fires, but this speedily
subsided at the calm manner of Mr. Hardy.
"The fire," he said, "may be ten miles away yet. I should say that
it was, but it is difficult to judge, for this grass does not flame
very high, and the smoke drifts between it and us. The wind,
fortunately, is light, but it will be here in little over half an
hour. Now, let the four Gauchos attend to the horses, to see they
do not stampede. The rest form a line a couple of yards apart, and
pull up the grass by the roots, throwing it behind them, so as to
leave the ground clear. The wider we can make it the better."
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