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
As they worked, the men always kept their guns within easy reach. They
had been brought up to know how trouble often springs out of a clear
sky, and did not mean to be taken unawares.
Until the separate homes were completely done, the women and children
lived aboard the boat, secure within that stout log cabin which had
sheltered them all so long during the cruise down the Ohio.
Several days passed, and the four cabins were fast nearing completion.
Indeed, another twenty-four hours would see the finishing touches given
to a couple of the rough log buildings; and that of the Armstrongs was
one of the most advanced, since the two boys assisted their father
considerably in the work.
The chimney was partly built, out of slabs and mud that would harden
with the heat and smoke until it became like granite. That generous
fireplace they anticipated would ere long take on the "homey" look
that had always marked the gathering place of the little family after
the candle or the crude lamp was lighted for the evening; though, as a
rule, they depended altogether upon the glow of the blaze itself for
illumination, since the candles, made mostly from bear fat, were too
precious to waste.
Kate had been greatly pleased with the situation of the new home in
the western wilderness. Often she had heard her father talking about
what Washington advocated in connection with giving every survivor of
the French and Indian wars a large tract of fine land in the bountiful
west, and thus start a movement that sooner or later would oust the
French from that debatable territory. And, when she saw the charming
nature of the land, Kate felt in full sympathy with all her father had
said upon that subject.
She spent half her time wandering around, picking the most wonderful
wild flowers she had ever seen, listening to the birds singing in the
trees, or paddling in the little dugout upon the sluggish current
of the river; for, owing to a point of land that extended out some
distance above, the eddies had formed what was almost a great pond in
front of, and below, their camp.
Of course she had been warned many times to be exceedingly careful,
and not go far away; but, as Pat O'Mara kept circulating around the
vicinity, and reported seeing absolutely no signs of Indians, Kate soon
lost all fear.
On the fourth day, which was near the end of the week, the girl had
allowed the boat to drift a little way down the river, as she watched
the shore for a good spot where she might land and find new treasures
in the form of curious flowers. She knew that the boys had gone off
on a hunt that morning, as there was need of fresh meat in the camp;
and, besides, the cabin was by this time so far advanced that Mr.
Armstrong declared himself able to complete it, and move in their few
possessions; so that, when they came back, Bob and Sandy might expect
to be invited to take their first meal in their own home.
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