The Pioneer Boys of the Mississippi; or, The Homestead in the Wilderness — John Shaqi
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
"Sure, there be always danger av that same," remarked the other,
grimly; "but, on this occasion, 'tis a peril av another color
intirely. The flood is bearin' down upon yees like a race horse, and,
befoor the dawn av another day, it may be the risin' water wull be
afther swapin' away some av the cabins in the settlement!"
"Oh! but how could Blue Jacket learn about that, when it must be many
miles up the river, and coming much faster than any Indian could run?"
demanded Sandy.
"Ye must know," went on the Irish trapper, impressively, "that these
rid hathen have a way av communicatin' news by manes av smoke signals
in the day time, and fires at night. From hill to hill, many miles
away, they sind these smokes; and, so I've been towld at laist, the
missage can be carried as much as a hundred miles in less time than it
wud take a horse to run tin."
"Yes, that is something I knew about, but had forgotten," admitted
Sandy.
"And this flood, does it come from the last rain, or has there been
what I heard my father call a cloud-burst?" asked Bob, anxiously; for
his thoughts were upon the little community some miles up the river,
which had already grappled with more perils than the settlers had ever
dreamed could be met with in this new country.
"That I do not chanct to know, me bye," replied Pat. "'Tis enough to
learn that the flood is comin' tearin' along down the river, and that
the water will rise in a way niver known before. The Injuns are wild
with alarrm. Their ould medicine-min do be on the rampage, and kape
tillin' thim they do be sufferin' from the anger av the Great Spirit,
becase av their allowin' the white trispassers till remain on the
sacred land that was given till their ancestors long years ago. It all
manes hapes av trouble for the pioneers, from Boonesborough till Fort
Washington, and all the way along the Ohio."
"I can see the shore again," called out Sandy at this moment; for,
while he had been listening with deep anxiety to what the trapper said,
at the same time his keen young eyes had been on the watch to detect
the first signs of land ahead.
A minute later, and Sandy again broke out with an exclamation, and this
time there was a note of wonder, not unmixed with anxiety, in his voice.
"Look! there is a fire burning on the shore below, and just about
where we will come to the land!" he cried out.
"And I can see one or two white men beside it; yes, with an Indian
also," added Bob, who had as sharp vision as his brother.
"And they must hear us talking, for they have jumped to their feet, and
seem to be looking this way. Can it be some of our friends from above,
brother?" asked the younger boy, eagerly.
"I do not think so," Bob answered. "They are not in the broad firelight
now; but, from the glimpse I had, I took them to be woodrangers like
Pat here, and some of the others we know."
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