The Pioneer Boys of the Missouri; or, In the Country of the Sioux — John Shaqi
The Pioneer Boys of the Missouri; or, In the Country of the SiouxRathborne, St. George
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The Pioneer Boys of the Missouri; or, In the Country of the Sioux
Rathborne, St. George
Frontier and pioneer life -- Juvenile fiction; Missouri River -- Juvenile fiction
"But," objected the other, "he may be miles away from here by now."
"Very well, Roger; if we find that such is the case we can give the
hunt up, and do the next best thing. But let's start out, and see where
his tracks lead."
"But how are we to know which are the tracks of the led animal, Dick?"
queried Roger. "Horses' hoofs are pretty much the same, seems to me."
"Well, yes, as a rule that is so," came the reply, with a confident
smile; "but in this case it happens that old Peter had a chip knocked
from the outside edge of his off hind hoof, which always left a mark I
could tell. I've noticed it about a hundred times, and always thought
that, if the old stray ever did get away, from us, with the stuff on
his back, we could easily follow his trail."
"It takes you to notice all those things, Dick; and yet I have a good
pair of eyes, too," observed Roger, thoughtfully.
"As good as mine, and perhaps better, Roger; but the trouble is you
seldom use them as much as you might. But come, let us start out and
see what there is to be found. And look for the track with the outer
edge sheared off."
The two boys had been in camp in a little depression on the bank of the
river, which they had reached on the preceding afternoon.
At the time, the day had not been so far advanced but that they could
have gone a few miles farther; but as soon as Dick had seen this
camping place he had surprised and partly dismayed the eager Roger by
expressing a desire to put in the night there.
The reason for this became manifest later on, when he showed his
companion unmistakable signs to prove that the expedition they were
following had, in fact, tied up there for the night. There were
numerous indications to prove this--tracks of white men's shoes, and
the moccasins of the guides and trappers accompanying the soldiers; as
well as the hoof prints of the horses.
Of course, when he learned this fact Roger was reconciled to wasting
a little of their precious time. He knew that they could discover a
variety of things while camping in the same place that those who
preceded them had occupied.
And, after a careful examination of the signs, with a remembrance of
the fact that quite a heavy rain had fallen two weeks before, which
would have washed away any tracks made before its coming, both boys
were convinced that the expedition must have camped here after that
storm.
This was most important to the boys. It assured them that they had
gained remarkably on Captain Lewis and his company, who had had such a
long start of them. If the expedition had been here within two weeks,
their chances of overtaking it were excellent. Perhaps in another week,
or two at least, they might expect to come upon the boats.
That anticipation had made Roger unusually cheerful all through the
preceding night. Indeed, he even found difficulty in sleeping, and had
been on his feet numerous times after they lay down in their blankets
under the shelter of the tent.
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