Soon after this eventful chase, Reginald obtained his uncle’s leave
to obey his father’s wishes by visiting Paris for a few months. His
stay there was shortened by a letter which he received from his sister
Lucy, announcing to him his mother’s illness; on the receipt of which
he wrote a few hurried lines of explanation to his uncle, and sailed by
the first ship for Philadelphia, accompanied by the faithful Perrot,
and by a large rough dog of the breed of the old Irish wolf–hound,
given to him by the squire.
On arriving, he found his mother better than he had expected; and,
as he kissed off the tears of joy which Lucy shed on his return, he
whispered to her his belief that she had a little exaggerated their
mother’s illness, in order to recall him. After a short time, Ethelston
also returned, and joined the happy circle assembled at Colonel
Brandon’s.
It was now the spring of 1797, between which time and that mentioned
as the date of our opening chapter, a period of nearly two years,
nothing worthy of peculiar record occurred. Reginald kept up a faithful
correspondence with his kind uncle, whose letters showed how deeply
he felt his nephew’s absence. Whether Monsieur Perrot interchanged
letters with Mary, or consoled himself with the damsels on the banks of
the Ohio, the following pages may show. His master made several hunting
excursions, on which he was always accompanied by Baptiste, a sturdy
backwoodsman, who was more deeply attached to Reginald than to any
other being on earth; and Ethelston had, as we have before explained,
undertaken the whole charge of his guardian’s vessels, with one of the
largest of which he was, at the commencement of our tale, absent in the
West India Islands.
CHAPTER V.
AN ADVENTURE IN THE WOODS.—REGINALD BRANDON MAKES THE ACQUAINTANCE OF
AN INDIAN CHIEF.
It was a bright morning in April; the robin was beginning his early
song, the woodpecker darted his beak against the rough bark, and the
squirrel hopped merrily from bough to bough among the gigantic trees of
the forest, as two hunters followed a winding path which led to a ferry
across the Muskingum river.
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