WETZEL, THE SCOUT; OR, THE CAPTIVES OF THE WILDERNESS. BY BOYNTON BELKNAP, M. D. NEW YORK: BEADLE AND ADAMS, PUBLISHERS, 98 WILLIAM STREET. Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1871, by FRANK STARR & CO., In the office of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington. CONTENTS I On the Ohio 9 II Pompey in War 16 III The Renegade 19 IV Surrounded by Peril 22 V Thrilling Adventures 29 VI At the Settlement 36 VII Waiting and Watching 39 VIII Home Again 44 IX The Night Attack 54 X Colonel Clark and His Rangers 68 XI The Captain and the Indian 77 XII {Sowing the Wind} 80 XIII Reaping the Whirlwind 84 XIV {Conclusion} 94 WETZEL, THE SCOUT CHAPTER I. ON THE OHIO. “Who fired that gun?” demanded Captain Parks, as he turned around and faced his terrified negro, Pompey. “Hang me, if I don’t believe it was you, Pompey.” “Heben sabe me, massa captain; I wouldn’t do such a ting for ten fousand dollars!” “Let me see your gun.” The trembling African obeyed. It required but a moment for the irascible captain to ascertain that the piece had just been discharged. “Yes, you black rascal, it was you! Take that!” he added giving his servant a tremendous kick. The latter paid not the least heed to it, and finally added, as if addressing himself, “Come to tink soberly on de matter, I bring to mind I did have de hammer up, so as to be ready for de Injins when dey do come, and jist now I stubbed my toe, and jerked on de trigger, and I s’pose dat am what made de blasted ting go off so mighty suddint like.” “Of course it was, you black rascal! It came within an inch of my head. If anything like that happens again, I’ll leave you here in the woods for the Indian’s tomahawk.” “Heben sabe me, I’ll be careful.”