Wetzel, the Scout; or, The Captives of the WildernessEllis, Edward Sylvester
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Wetzel, the Scout; or, The Captives of the Wilderness
Ellis, Edward Sylvester
Dime novels; Frontier and pioneer life -- Fiction; Ohio River Valley -- Fiction; Shawnee Indians -- Fiction
Many of the hunters took the occasion to clean their guns and refresh
themselves, while others more cautious, continued their ever vigilant
watch. As the moon permitted, they could sometimes distinguish among the
prone bodies before them the writhing form of some poor savage in his
death agonies, and the glazed stare of the others, stark and stiff,
their features distorted and their hands closed with a rigid, deathly
clutch upon their body or upon the ground. It was a sad, soul-sickening
sight, but a sight which would pale before the horrors that were yet to
be enacted along the frontier.
As the night wore on, the Shawnees from time to time fired their random
shots from their concealment, but no general demonstration was made.
Their repulse had been a most complete and decided one. At intervals a
burning arrow whizzed over the pickets and buried itself in the cabins
beyond, as if they still had hope of accomplishing the destruction of
the settlement, and now and then a venturesome savage crawled as close
to the block-house as possible and fired his rifle at the loop-holes
alone; but such a daring attempt was pretty sure to cost him his own
life, as the flash of his gun would discover him to the watchful
hunters, who sent a volley at him.
Then many attempts were made to approach the settlement by stratagem.
The inexperienced settler would be struck at seeing a bush upon the
outer edge of the clearing, and he would wonder with himself that it
never attracted his notice before; after which he would be surprised at
seeing it much nearer than at first; and while at a loss to explain the
curious circumstance, which no extra rubbing of the eyes could do, he
would perhaps be startled by the flash and report from out the very
centre of it, and then immediately the death yell of the assailant as he
attempted to make his retreat to safer concealment. Then, again, objects
so like logs as to deceive the eye of all but the most suspicious, would
make their appearance, and seemingly rolled by invisible hands, continue
to approach slowly and surely the settlement, until their sudden change
of form showed their true character.
In many cases the Indians did conceal themselves behind the logs which
still lay upon the outer edge of the clearing, and by cautiously rolling
them forward as they lay extended upon the ground, succeeded in
approaching within a few yards of the block-house without the least
personal danger to themselves. They would then make several shots over
the top of the log and dodge down to avoid. But they accomplished
nothing at all, and ran such imminent risk themselves of being shot
during their retreat, that these and similar attempts were finally
abandoned.
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