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
"Not to speak of our wonderful belt," added Sandy, who was slipping on
some of the clothes he had discarded.
In a few minutes they were hurrying back along the shore. The boat had
been pulled up on the beach and the painter fastened to a convenient
tree, so that the chances were they would find the craft there, when
some one came back after it.
Neither of the boys felt like paddling two miles against the current of
the Mississippi just then. Besides, they were anxious to get back to
their father. Perhaps the absence of Kate might have been discovered by
this time, and considerable anxiety have been aroused.
But, when they came to the spot where their packs of venison had been
left, the boys could not resist the temptation to obtain them again.
Meat was needed too badly in the settlement to think of taking chances
of the wolves running off before morning with the entire stock.
They had apparently entirely forgotten about having been tired before
this new and surprising thing came about. At least, to see the nimble
way in which the two boys advanced along the river shore, no one would
think they exhibited the least sign of weariness.
In due time they approached the bustling scene where the men were
chopping so industriously. Toward one cabin that seemed to be about
finished they hastened. Mrs. Armstrong, chancing to come to the open
door, saw them, and something seemed to tell her the boys were bringing
bad news, for she waited for them there, and her face did not seem so
filled with sunshine as it had been when they first sighted her.
When the story of Kate's second abduction had been told, Mr. Armstrong
was furious. He readily agreed to the proposition advanced by Sandy,
that he and his brother be allowed to take up the trail of the rascally
Frenchmen as soon as Pat came home, as it happened unfortunately that
the Irish trapper was somewhere out in the woods just then.
The other men were called in, and Kate told her little story again.
Black looks told plainly what they thought; and for either Larue or
Lacroix to have been seen by any one of those English settlers just
then, would have undoubtedly meant his death warrant.
Of course they understood that news of their coming would now be
carried to the nearest French trading post; but then they had not
anticipated being able to keep this a secret long, it being the hope of
Mr. Armstrong that the French would recognize in them allies against
England, and thus condone their coming--perhaps extend to them the
right hand of fellowship.
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