The Pioneer Boys of the Mississippi; or, The Homestead in the WildernessRathborne, St. George
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The Pioneer Boys of the Mississippi; or, The Homestead in the Wilderness
Rathborne, St. George
Frontier and pioneer life -- Juvenile fiction; Mississippi River -- Juvenile fiction
"That is hard to say, Sandy; and I can only guess at it. Perhaps, now,
they liked the looks of this pretty little casket, which a cabinetmaker
once fashioned for our mother when she lived in Jamestown, back in
Virginia. But, in the end, it began to get in the way; and, tired of
carrying it, the men took out the contents while sitting here by this
fire, and threw the box into the bushes."
"Never dreaming that the Armstrong boys would come along a day or two
later, and find their property again," mused Sandy. "Finding this box
seems to tell me that next we will be fortunate enough to run across
our wampum belt."
"I hope so," was all Bob said, as he turned around, to return to where
the rest of the party were busily employed.
Great indeed was the surprise of Mr. Armstrong when he saw what the
boys had discovered on the very spot where they meant to build their
new home. As for the little mother, she took the quaint casket in her
hands again with a look that told of renewed hope in her heart. It was
all so very remarkable that the final recovery of the lost articles now
seemed to lie within the bounds of possibility.
The balance of that day was given up to settling themselves as
comfortably as they could. Already, the pioneers liked the situation so
much that they were unanimously agreed upon staying there permanently.
Nowhere could they hope to find a location uniting more natural
advantages than here. Long years ago the wandering Indians and white
trappers had discovered this fact, as witness their stopping to pitch
their camps in the vicinity. It was noted as a country teeming with
game, and offering the adventurous settler the finest soil possible.
Then there was the great river close at hand, from which considerable
of their needed stock of food might be procured--fish the live long
year, and ducks and geese during the colder months.
Everybody seemed fully satisfied that they could not possibly fare
better by continuing on down the river; while there were many chances
that they would never run across so splendid a site for a settlement.
That night passed peacefully, and, with the advent of another day,
operations immediately commenced. They were so wearied of the close
confinement aboard the cumbersome flatboat, which had really been
overcrowded, that all of them longed to possess their own homes.
Humble though these log cabins might be, at least they would prize them
highly, with their few possessions giving the interiors the air of
home, so dear to the hearts of women the world over.
The merry sound of axe blades biting eagerly into the trees could soon
be heard. Every head of a family selected the site where he wished to
build his cabin. These were so arranged that, while the structures
themselves were close together, each had a gradually increasing strip
of land running back, which could be quickly cleared, so that a small
crop of corn and some vegetables might yet be planted, for the season
was not late.
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