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
He reached behind him, and placed a second shaft beside the first
arrow. Sandy bent his head to examine them more closely. Then he looked
up again.
"What do you mean, Bob, and where did you get that second Delaware
arrow?" he demanded, quickly.
"Where but in the roof of our flatboat cabin," returned the other. "It
had been fired from up on the hills back yonder, I do believe; though
the marksman must have been a rare one to hit a target so far away. But
it bore no birch-bark message, though I can well believe it was sent
just to tell us our strange friend, who has watched over us so many
times, is still following us down the river, and means to keep up with
us to the end. That Indian, Sandy, must believe he owes us a heavy debt
of gratitude, and he means to pay it back, some way or other."
And Sandy, handling the feathered shaft, had a feeling almost of awe
steal over him, as he reflected what gratitude must stand for in the
eyes of an Indian brave. Hundreds of miles this unknown friend had
already travelled, trying to stand between the boys and harm; and the
end was not yet.
"Oh! I do hope we know who he is some of these days," the boy said,
soberly.
CHAPTER XX
THE TWO-LEGGED WOLF
"I'M glad to be afloat once more!"
Of course that could be no one but Sandy making such a remark, under
the circumstances. He was leaning over the side of the bulwark of the
flatboat, and looking back up the river toward Fort Washington.
It was all very nice, stopping with friends who were interested in
their welfare, as all pioneers must be; but for Sandy delay became
monotonous. He liked action, and plenty of it.
Besides, his ambition to set eyes on that wonderful river of the west
grew in volume, the further they advanced along their journey. It
was now in the nature of a passion with the lad. And of course, his
father and mother would never be happy again until they had selected
a location for the new homestead in the wilderness bordering the
Mississippi; so the sooner they reached their destination the better
Sandy--yes, and Bob also--would be pleased.
Their plans had been talked over so often at the frontier post that
several others manifested a desire to accompany the four families to
the country they had heard so much about; but, although Mr. Armstrong
declared he would be only too well pleased to have such a noble
addition to their number, the capacity of the flatboat had already been
reached, so that there was really no opportunity to stow even one more
family on board.
It was settled, however, that they would leave some sign of their
location, if the opportunity came about; or, failing that, get word
back to these new friends, so that they too might build an ark, and
float down to the Mississippi in turn, to join their fortunes with
those of the first adventurous party.
Bob was not far away from his brother when Sandy made the remark with
which this chapter opens, and he smiled to hear what the younger lad
said.
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