The Pioneer Boys of the Yellowstone; or, Lost in the Land of Wonders — John Shaqi
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
It proved that his boast was good, since a second fish was soon taken,
although they had to wait until almost dark before a third came to hook.
Meanwhile Roger had prepared the two already captured, and they were
all soon being held over the red coals lying in the hole that served
as a fireplace. Such experienced woodsmen as the adventurers were knew
how to cook meat and fish without any necessity for a frying-pan. Nor
would they miss salt with which to season it. A sharp appetite takes
the place of these things in the woods.
Perhaps all of them could have eaten more had they been given a chance;
for, although the trout had been of unusual size, they seemed to
disappear most miraculously, once the hungry campers started in to make
their supper.
This duty done, they faced another dilemma. How were they to keep warm
as they slept? Accustomed to snuggling down inside their blankets when
the wind whistled, it was not the nicest outlook to face a night in the
open, with no protection from the chilly air.
The worst of it was that they could not build a roaring fire to warm
them. Had that been possible, no one could have found any reason for
complaint; but it would be next door to madness, in the estimation of
the borderman, to have attempted it, with those hostiles not far away,
and ready to creep upon them as they slept.
Dick noted the rising wind with uneasiness. It was gradually swinging
around so as to come out of the northwest, too, and that was the point
where the wintry storms came from. When a gale blew from that quarter,
with a sting in its breath, wise people kept to their cabins, and
declined to venture forth until the worst had passed.
What would become of them should they be caught in this open camp,
without any fire, and destitute of robes or blankets? Dick expected
to hear Roger make some remark bearing on this matter, at any moment
now; for he knew the other must be beginning to shiver as he sat in
uncomfortable silence, evidently brooding over the many troubles by
which they were confronted, and trying to see a way out.
Mayhew was prowling about close by. It was not pitch dark, though one
must possess good eyes in order to see with any degree of accuracy.
"He's looking to see if we can better our condition," thought Dick,
when he had watched the guide examining a pile of rocks in the
immediate vicinity that may have been heaped up for some purpose by
Indians, years and years before.
Apparently Mayhew was not finding much encouragement in his search, for
Dick could hear him muttering rather disconsolately to himself, though
he did not seem disposed to give up entirely, being possessed of a
stubborn nature.
Soon Roger was rubbing his hands one over the other, which indicated
that he felt the cold. Dick's mental figuring had produced results, and
he believed a proposition he meant to offer would strike the others
favorably. He was only waiting for Roger to open the subject.
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