The Border Riflemen; or, The Forest Fiend. A Romance of the Black-Hawk UprisingAiken, Albert W.
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The Border Riflemen; or, The Forest Fiend. A Romance of the Black-Hawk Uprising
Aiken, Albert W.
Black Hawk War, 1832 -- Fiction; Dime novels
They stood under a great tree, whose spreading branches, loaded with
foliage, were impenetrable to the eye, and would have formed a secure
hiding-place, and none of them saw the long, hairy arm extended, until a
double report stretched two of the guards dead upon the sod. Then came a
rustling sound, and the gigantic being, who afterward appeared to the
men of Garrett in the woods, bounded from the tree, holding in his hand
a gleaming knife. With a scream of horror, Sadie fled into the forest,
and Minneoba, believing that she saw a demon of the lower world, also
turned in flight, but paused upon the edge of the woods, and looked back
to see a fearful duel between the man named Davis and the strange being
who sprung from the tree. They seemed to be complete masters of their
weapons, and for a moment the issue seemed doubtful, but the gigantic
strength of the unknown prevailed, and Davis fell, covered with many
wounds. The victor stood erect, and seeing that Sadie had fled, uttered
a hoarse cry, and fixing his eyes upon her trail, bounded away in
pursuit. Minneoba, like all Indian girls, was superstitious, and
believed that it would be death to follow the wild being into the woods,
and turning, hurried on toward Black-Hawk’s camp, intending to ask aid
from him in the recovery of her friend. Sadie, in the mean time, had put
all the distance she could between herself and the hideous being who had
assailed her guards, and was hurried in her flight by hearing his deep
voice crying out after her, as she rushed on.
She tried every trick of wood-craft which she had learned from her
father—who was a skillful scout—when she became certain that the
horrible creature was really in pursuit. How she finally eluded him by
creeping beneath the bushes, and then turning away from the course she
had been pursuing, we have before seen, and late in the afternoon she
found herself in the midst of a deep forest, pathless as the sea, not
knowing which way to turn. She was alone—alone in the depths of that
untrodden wilderness, the haunt of wild beasts and the hunter who
followed them, without a weapon or guide. Never, perhaps, was a
tenderly-nurtured woman placed in so strange a situation before. Look
which way she would, there seemed to be no hope of succor. Strange
sights and sounds were heard, slimy snakes crept softly over the leaves,
great birds flitted through the branches, and she heard the cry of the
wildcat and panther in the distance. Wearied and hopeless, she sunk down
upon a mossy knoll, and almost wished she had not fled from the monster
who followed her. But it would not do to remain there, and she rose and
staggered on her way, hoping against hope that something would happen to
give her aid.
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