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
The very idea gave Bob a thrill. To the bold pioneer, be he boy or
man, there is always something very fascinating about heading into the
unknown land. Somewhere ahead there always exists a wonderful country
where marvellous things may be done. Just as the lure of gold led men
to cross the wide plains to California so this feverish desire to
possess the land appealed to our forefathers, and tempted them to brave
the perils that lay in wait along unknown trails, all leading westward.
Some of the men who had lost their hard-earned homes were especially
bitter concerning the location which had been picked out for them by
Daniel Boone; just as though the frontiersman could ever have foreseen
such an astonishing rise of the river as this flood had been, greater,
the Indians declared, than had ever been known before, as far back as
their traditions went.
But these grumblers declared that the place must have some sort of
curse resting upon it. They had met with troubles without end ever
since coming across the mountains to the new country on the Ohio.
To continue to bear up under the oppressive yoke was asking too much
of them; and, as they scorned the very idea of returning to Virginia,
there seemed but one alternative, which was to move on further into
the wilderness, found a new home there, and profit by being the first
English families to penetrate that hitherto unsettled region.
After they had eaten some lunch, which made things appear a bit more
cheerful, as a meal always does, the boys again wandered down to the
edge of the river, to look out over the flowing tide, and speculate on
its fast subsidence; for they had made marks themselves, and knew by
these that the flood was losing its grip.
Sandy was feeling much more cheerful now. He even expressed the opinion
that they were sure to find the little treasure box floating around
inside the cabin, once they could get out to see. And certainly the
precious wampum belt, that spelled safety for the Armstrong family, no
matter what tribe of Indians they happened to meet, could not be much
injured by a mere soaking.
Bob had heard the changes rung upon this subject half a dozen times
during that half of a day; and he fully anticipated finding his brother
breaking out into another lament before half an hour had passed, as the
whim seized him.
Nor was he mistaken about this, though the cause came from a quarter
least expected. It was while the boys were standing there, watching
the flow of the flood, and commenting on the fine stand taken by the
Armstrong cabin, which must always reflect credit on its builders,
themselves included, that Sandy gave a sudden exclamation that seemed
to sound an alarm.
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