Tales, Traditions and Romance of Border and Revolutionary TimesEllis, Edward Sylvester
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Tales, Traditions and Romance of Border and Revolutionary Times
Ellis, Edward Sylvester
Frontier and pioneer life -- United States -- Anecdotes; United States -- History -- Revolution, 1775-1783 -- Anecdotes
The lower peninsula of Illinois was not of a nature to attract emigrants
when so much finer lands were to be found on the banks of the Great
River and its tributaries; nor was a land journey over that marshy
region, infested as it was by roving bands of savages, to be lightly
undertaken, when the two rivers furnished a so much more easy though
circuitous way to the delightful region beyond. Hence it was usual for a
company of those intending to make the journey to purchase a sufficient
number of pirogues, or keel-boats, in them descend the Ohio, and then
ascend the Mississippi to the mouth of the Kaskaskia, or any other
destined point. By adopting this mode of traveling all serious danger of
Indian attacks was avoided, except at one or two points on the latter
stream, where it was necessary to land and draw the boats around certain
obstructions in the channel.
To one of these companies the Moredock family joined itself—several of
the sons being sufficiently well-grown to take a part not only in the
ordinary labors of the voyage but in any conflict that might occur. All
went well with the expedition until they reached the rock known as the
"Grand Tower" on the Mississippi, almost within sight of their
destination. Here, supposing themselves to be out of danger, the men
carelessly leaped on shore to drag the boats up against the current,
which here rushed violently around the base of the cliff. The women and
children, fifteen or twenty in number, tired of being cooped in the
narrow cabins for three or four weeks, thoughtlessly followed. While the
whole party were thus making their way slowly along the narrow space
between the perpendicular precipice on one hand, the well-known yell of
savage onset rung in their ears, and a volley of rifles from above
stretched half a dozen of the number dead in their midst, while almost
at the same moment a band of the painted demons appeared at each end of
the fatal pass. The experienced border men, who saw at a glance that
their condition was hopeless, stood for one moment overwhelmed with
consternation; but in the next the spirit of the true Indian fighter
awoke within their hearts, and they faced their assailants with hopeless
but desperate valor.
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