United States -- History -- Revolution, 1775-1783 -- Juvenile fiction; Wyoming Valley (Pa.) -- History -- Juvenile fiction
It was a long, difficult task to carry the wounded lad back through the
thicket; but we succeeded after a time, and surely it seemed as if God
was with us, for we came out at the big tree without making a turn,
which was more than I would have believed possible even in the daytime,
when we might see the landmarks.
“We’ll hope you find more of the company on this side the river, though
not in such sore straits,” Master Bartlett said, when aroused from his
slumber as we entered the cave. “The women and I will look after his
hurts, so you need not linger here.”
“This shall be left, so you may not lack for food,” and Giles thrust
the musket and horns into the old man’s hands, after which we hurried
away lest he should insist that we take the weapon for our better
protection.
There was a song of thanksgiving in my heart when we set our faces
once more in the direction of where we believed the river could be
found, and there was good reason for rejoicing, because, except for our
troubles, Sam Rogers would have suffered a lingering death alone in the
thicket.
“It’s a good omen,” Daniel Hinchman said, in a tone of satisfaction.
“We shall succeed in what we are undertaking, and mayhap yet be able to
give aid to those who are in sore need.”
Heartened by the knowledge that we had, perhaps, been the means of
saving a comrade’s life, we pushed on with more confidence, and it
could not have been much past midnight when we arrived on the bank of
the river, having neither seen nor heard anything betokening danger
during the blind march.
“Because of having no muskets, we shall not be hampered in the
swimming,” Giles March said, as we stood at the edge of the water to
regain breath before breasting the current, and no better evidence was
needed that he had gotten back his courage than that he could find
cause for rejoicing when we would be defenceless on arriving at the
opposite bank.
There is little need to say that we listened to make sure there were no
boats between us and our goal before wading down into the water, and
then all our wits and strength were needed to take us across against
the strong current.
With one to aid the other, the passage was made after such exertion as
left us unable to do more than crawl out of the water, and then it was
necessary to lie at full-length on the bank a good half-hour before
being able to set off in search of Forty Fort.
It was daylight before we were come to the end of our journey, and then
our hearts were made glad indeed, for at the stockade we found six of
our company safe and sound, they having been able to avoid the Tories
who were in search of victims; but, alas, Elias Shendle was not among
them.
Here, also, was Master Morley, and his joy can be imagined when we told
him that his wife and two children were yet alive, comparatively safe.
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