The Riflemen of the Ohio: A Story of the Early Days along "The Beautiful River"Altsheler, Joseph A. (Joseph Alexander)
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The Riflemen of the Ohio: A Story of the Early Days along "The Beautiful River"
Altsheler, Joseph A. (Joseph Alexander)
Frontier and pioneer life -- Juvenile fiction; Ohio River -- Juvenile fiction
He surmised, also, that the red alliance against the white vanguard had
been enlarged until it included all the tribes of the Ohio Valley north
of the river. He knew very well how all these tribes were situated,
their great villages at Chillicothe, Piqua, and other places, whence it
was easy for them to make raids upon the settlements south of the Ohio
and then retreat into the vast wilderness north of it, where it was
exceedingly dangerous to follow them. Should he escape, he would not be
sorry to have been a prisoner, since he might learn all their plans,
knowledge as precious as diamonds.
On the fourth day they checked their speed, and a lithe young Indian
whom Henry heard called Thraintonto, which means in Wyandot The Fox,
stripped himself of his breech clout, gave his long and defiant scalp
lock a somewhat fiercer curl, and darted ahead of the band.
He was the swiftest runner in the war party, chosen specially by
Timmendiquas for an important duty, and Henry knew very well the nature
of his errand. The Wyandot village now lay not far away, and Thraintonto
sped ahead, a messenger, to tell that the war party had achieved
victory, and was approaching with the proof of it.
He watched the figure of Thraintonto dart away and then disappear, a
flash of brown in the green wilderness. He knew that The Fox was filled
with the importance of his mission. None could be more welcome to an
Indian.
The band resumed its march after the brief stop, now proceeding in
leisurely fashion through a beautiful country, magnificently wooded and
abounding in game. Little brooks of clear fresh water, the
characteristic of the Ohio Valley, abounded everywhere. They were never
a half mile from one, and now and then they came to a large creek. Henry
was quite sure that they would soon reach the river that received all
these creeks.
They stopped two or three hours later, and went through a solemn rite.
Brushes and paint were produced--everything had been arranged for in
advance--and all the members of the band were painted grotesquely. Red,
blue, and yellow figures were depicted upon their faces, shoulders, and
chests. Not a square inch of exposed skin was left without its pictorial
treatment. Then every man put on a beautiful headdress of white feathers
taken from different birds, and, when all was done, they formed in
single file again, with Timmendiquas, in place of Anue, now at their
head. The chief himself would lead the victorious band to the village,
which was certainly near at hand.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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