The Border Watch: A Story of the Great Chief's Last StandAltsheler, Joseph A. (Joseph Alexander)
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The Border Watch: A Story of the Great Chief's Last Stand
Altsheler, Joseph A. (Joseph Alexander)
Frontier and pioneer life -- Juvenile fiction
"Yes, he did. He arrived clothed only in a waist band, and the first we
saw of him was his head emerging from the muddy waters of the Licking.
He swam, floated and dived all night long until he got to us. He was
chased by canoes, and shot at by warriors, but nothing could stop him,
and without him we couldn't have done anything, because there was no
other way for us to hear a word from you."
"Ah, there he is now. But I see that he is clothed and armed."
Henry had appeared just then with his comrades, looking among the
bushes to see if any savage yet lay there in ambush, and the two
Colonels seized upon him. They could not call him by complimentary names
enough, and they told him that he alone had made the victory possible.
Henry, blushing, got away from them as quickly as he could, and rejoined
his friends.
"That shorely was a great swim of yours, Henry," said Shif'less Sol,
"an' you're pow'ful lucky that the water was warm."
"My little raft helped me a lot," rejoined Henry, "and I'm mighty sorry
I lost it, although Colonel Logan has given me the best rifle I ever
saw. I wonder what will be our next movement."
Colonel Clark, who was now in command of the whole force, the other
officers cooperating with him and obeying him loyally, deemed it wise to
spend the day in rest. The men had gone through long hours of waiting,
watching and fighting and their strength must be restored. Scouts
reported that the Indians had crossed the Licking and then the Ohio, and
were retreating apparently toward Chillicothe, their greatest town. Some
wanted Colonel Clark to follow them at once and strike another blow, but
he was too wise. The Indian facility for retreat was always great. They
could scatter in the forest in such a way that it was impossible to find
them, but if rashly followed they could unite as readily and draw their
foe into a deadly ambush. Clark, a master of border warfare, who was
never tricked by them, let them go and bided his time. He ordered many
fires to be lighted and food in abundance to be served. The spirits of
the men rose to the highest pitch. Even the wounded rejoiced.
After eating, Henry found that he needed sleep. He did not feel the
strain and anxiety of the long night and of the morning battle, until it
was all over. Then his whole system relaxed, and, throwing himself down
on the turf, he went sound asleep. When he awoke the twilight was
coming and Paul and Shif'less Sol sat near him.
"We had to guard you most of the time, Henry," said Shif'less Sol,
"'cause you're a sort of curiosity. Fellers hev kep' comin' here to see
the lad what swam the hull len'th o' the Ohio an' then the hull len'th
o' the Lickin', most o' the time with his head under water, an' we had
to keep 'em from wakin' you. We'd let 'em look at you, but we wouldn't
let 'em speak or breathe loud. You wuz sleepin' so purty that we could
not bear to hev you waked up."
Henry laughed.
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