The Trappers of Arkansas; or, The Loyal HeartAimard, Gustave
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The Trappers of Arkansas; or, The Loyal Heart
Aimard, Gustave
Arkansas -- Fiction; Frontier and pioneer life -- West (U.S.) -- Fiction; Trappers -- Fiction; Western stories
"Let us do better," said Belhumeur, casting a glance around him; "let
us conceal our horses in a safe place, where we can find them again at
need, and then go and reconnoitre on foot the position and the number of
those whom we wish to surprise."
"You are right, Belhumeur," said Loyal Heart; "your counsel is
excellent, we will put it in practice."
"I think we had better make haste in that case."
"Why so? On the contrary, do not let us hurry; the Indians, not seeing
us appear, will relax in their watchfulness, and we will profit by their
negligence to attack them, if we should be forced to have recourse to
such extreme measures; besides, it would be better to wait for the night
before we commence our expedition."
"In the first place, let us put our horses in safety. Afterwards, we
shall see what is best to be done."
The hunters left their concealment with the greatest precaution. Instead
of crossing the river, they retraced their road, and for some time
followed the route they had already traversed, then they bent a little
to the left, and entered a ravine, in which they quickly disappeared
among the high grass.
"I leave you to be guide, Belhumeur," said Loyal Heart, "I really do not
know whither you are leading me!"
"Leave it to me, I have by chance discovered, within two gunshots of the
place where we now are, a sort of citadel, where our horses will be as
safe as possible, and in which, if so it should fall out, we should be
able to sustain a regular siege."
"_Caramba!_" the hunter exclaimed, who, by this oath, which was habitual
with him, betrayed his Spanish origin, "how did you make this precious
discovery?"
"Faith!" said Belhumeur, "in the simplest manner possible. I had just
laid my traps, when, in climbing up the mountain before us in order to
shorten my road and rejoin you more quickly, at nearly two-thirds of the
ascent, I saw, protruding from the bushes the velvety muzzle of a superb
bear."
"Ah! ah! I am pretty well acquainted with that adventure. You brought me
that day, if I am not mistaken, not one, but two black bearskins."
"That is the same, my fine fellows were two, one male and the other
female. You may easily suppose that at the sight of them my hunter's
instincts were immediately roused; forgetful of my fatigue, I cocked my
rifle, and set out in pursuit of them. You will see for yourself what
sort of a fortress they had chosen," he added, as he alighted from his
horse, and Loyal Heart followed his example.
Before them rose, in the shape of an amphitheatre, a mass of rocks,
which assumed the most curious and fantastic shapes; thin bushes sprang
here and there from the interstices of the stones, climbing plants
crowned the summits of the rocks, and gave to this mass, which rose more
than six hundred feet above the prairie, the appearance of one of those
ancient feudal ruins which are to be met with occasionally on the banks
of the great rivers of Europe.
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