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 boat was brought in without a great amount of trouble, for they
had been keeping only a short distance away from the bank while
allowing themselves to be carried along at the will of the strong
current.
Pat was, as always, the first to spring ashore. While the rest were
busy securing the boat, the trapper was circling around up the bank,
looking for recent signs of enemies near the spot.
He had claimed it was a well-known stopping-place for all those passing
up or down-stream. Boats loaded with French trappers might possibly
come along at some time or other; but already time was bringing about
a change in the relations of the colonists and the sons of France; and
if, as seemed very likely, a break did occur between King George and
his American colonies, the French would be found taking the part of the
latter.
Indeed, Mr. Armstrong had taken this into consideration when arranging
to carry his family into the heart of the country controlled and
claimed by the French. He expected to have some little trouble with
them at first; but, after a little time, they would hear great news
from the sea-coast that would lift the scales from their eyes, these
rough and daring trappers, so that they would hold out their hands to
make peace with the newcomers, as common allies against England.
"How does this suit you, Sandy?" asked Bob, when they, too, had
clambered over the side of the boat, and stood on the bank.
"It is a fine place for a camp, and for a cabin, too," replied the
other, looking about him with kindling eyes. "Plenty of big trees to
cut down, or leave standing, just as we think best; and it looks as
if there ought to be a heap of rich furs to be taken along that ridge
back yonder, and the valley that must lie further on. Yes, I like this
place. It is even better than what I could see, whenever I shut my
eyes, and tried to picture our new homestead by the Mississippi."
They looked out upon the great river, where rested the bones of the
discoverer, De Soto, and the copper plates he had sunk beneath its
waters when he claimed the whole region for his royal master; and tears
came into the eyes of Sandy, whose emotions were easily stirred.
"Higher up there, and a little way back, we would build our cabins,
I think," Bob went on to remark, in his usual thoughtful way. "One
bout with a flood will be more than enough for father. Think of what
it meant to us, the destruction of our garden; the uprooting of the
supports of our cabin; and then the loss of mother's little strong-box
in which she kept her few precious remembrances of the past, as well as
that wampum belt given to us by Pontiac, when we saved his life. Yes,
it answers all the needs of our little company; and, once it is decided
that we stay here, watch how soon the axes begin to ring, and the trees
to fall. Inside of three days, we could have a roof over our heads
again."
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