The Pioneer Boys of the Yellowstone; or, Lost in the Land of WondersRathborne, St. George
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The Pioneer Boys of the Yellowstone; or, Lost in the Land of Wonders
Rathborne, St. George
Frontier and pioneer life -- Juvenile fiction; Yellowstone National Park -- Juvenile fiction
They had seen considerable game while on the way, though not stopping
to obtain any fresh meat. All that could keep until they had overtaken
those who were ahead. So, although Roger was greatly tempted when he
discovered a trio of big elk feeding in a glade not a quarter of a mile
to windward, he shut his teeth hard and told himself that on another
day his chance would come.
Here were jack-rabbits in plenty, gophers whistled in the little open
stretches, antelopes were seen feeding on the prairies that lay between
the uplifts, while ducks and wild geese swam on the waters of small
ponds, and might easily have been bagged had the boys cared to take the
time.
Some of the rapid little streams they crossed looked as though they
might be well stocked with splendid trout; indeed, they often saw fine
gamy fellows dart out of sight beneath some overhanging bank. They
loved to fish as well as any boys who ever lived; but just then felt it
necessary to put the temptation behind them.
Once they even discovered a herd of buffalo not a great distance away.
"How I would like to creep up on them, and pick out a nice young bull
to drop," said Roger. Then he shook his head and heaved a sigh, for
there came before his mental vision the happy home so far away, over
which such a dark shadow rested, and which could only be dissipated
through the efforts of himself and his cousin.
"One thing we ought to remember with thankfulness," remarked Dick, "and
that is that so far we have seen not a single sign of Indians. The
Mandans do not come this way very often, you know, and the Sioux are
even more timid about venturing into the region of the Bad Lands; but
there are other tribes who are not so fearful."
"You mean the Blackfeet and the Crows," Roger added; "both of them
fierce fighters, and hating the whites like poison. I'm afraid we will
see more or less of them before we get back to camp."
"We have always been able to take care of ourselves in the past,
remember, Roger, and can again. Here are three of us, well armed and
determined. If the Indians try to do us injury they will find two can
play at that game. Our fathers had to fight just the same kind of
enemies away back there on the Ohio, and if we're 'chips of the old
block,' as they tell us, why shouldn't we do as well? There, Benjamin
has discovered something, and wants to show us."
Mayhew showed the boys where Jasper and his two companions had dropped
down behind some bushes, and crawled along for quite a distance.
"Here is where they stopped to raise their heads," explained the guide.
"I think they must have discovered some enemies over in that direction,
for they always kept peering out that way. See, here is where they
even plucked some of the dead leaves from this bush to glue their eyes
to the opening. It is an old hunter's trick for a moving branch might
betray the one in hiding."
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