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
Still, he felt that he would like to get a little nearer to the
youngster before trying to get in his work. Fresh meat meant a good
deal to them just then, since it would fill a long-felt want, and at
the same time help to preserve their priceless ammunition. And under
these conditions the boy was bound to make as sure of his aim as
possible.
With most species of ordinary antelope and deer the young is called
a fawn; but even in those days, with so large an animal as an elk,
a moose, or a buffalo, it was known as a calf; and so the boys had
learned to term it.
Peering out from behind the clump of bushes that served him as his last
screen, Roger saw just one more good hiding-place close at hand, if
only the chance arose whereby he could reach it.
He did not want to lie flat on his face from now on, and wriggle along
like a crawling snake; because while in that position he would not be
able to shoot quickly, should the elk take the alarm.
So he meant to wait again until all three of the animals seemed to
be engaged in feeding, when he would creep stealthily forward. He
could keep his eye fastened on the elk, and if one of them started
to raise its head Roger would instantly become as rigid as a stump;
and possibly, if the animal noticed him at all, it would take his
motionless figure for some such harmless thing.
But fortune was very kind to the young hunter. He managed to gain the
new covert without having to halt once; which he considered a lucky
thing indeed. And it can be set down as certain that, having held his
breath pretty much all the time he was making this critical change
of base, Roger heaved a great sigh of relief when he found he had
succeeded in his undertaking, and that, so far as he could see, the
usually timid elk had not shown the least sign of alarm.
Now would come the test of skill, when he was to gradually raise
himself until on his knees, and, taking sure aim, send his
keen-pointed arrow straight at the flank of the youngster, fortunately
nearer to him than either of the others.
Roger tried to still his rapidly beating heart. Strange how excited
he always grew at a time when he needed all the coolness he could
summon. Had it been Dick, the chances were that he would be perfectly
self-possessed under similar circumstances, and able to do his level
best; whereas a fellow who finds himself trembling as with the "buck
ague" is placed under a handicap. And yet Roger had brought many a fine
deer low with his trusty gun, during all the time that he had ranged
the woods and open country in search of game for the family at home.
Having in some measure managed to get control over his nerves, he now
prepared to carry out his plans.
First of all it was necessary that the elk be feeding at the same
moment, and it seemed to the impatient Roger that one of them was on
the lookout all of the time.
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