When Wilderness was King: A Tale of the Illinois CountryParrish, Randall
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When Wilderness was King: A Tale of the Illinois Country
Parrish, Randall
Illinois -- Fiction
"Wuss," he insisted, with a most mournful shake of the head, "a dinged
sight wuss. Ephriam said es how the further north ye wint, the tougher
it got. He saw an Injun from up near the big lake--a Pottamottamie, or
somethin' like thet--what was nine fut high, an' he told him es how the
rivers in his kintry was all full o' man-eatin' critters like snakes,
an' some on 'em hed a hundred legs ter crawl with, an' cud travel a
dinged sight faster ner a hoss. By gosh! but you bet I don't want
none on it. Your father must 'a' been plum crazy fer ter sind ye way
out ther all 'lone,--jist a green boy like you. What ye a-goin' fer,
enyhow?"
I explained to him the occasion and necessity for my trip, but he shook
his head dubiously, his long face so exceedingly mournful that I could
not remain unaffected by it.
"Wal," he said at length, carefully weighing his words, "maybe it's all
right 'nough, but I've got my doubts jist the same. I'll bet thet ther
gal is jist one o' them will-o'-the-wisps we hear on, an' you never
will find her. You'll jist wander 'round, huntin' an' huntin' her, till
ye git old, or them monsters git ye. An' I'll be blamed if ever I heerd
tell o' no sich fort as thet, nohow."
Seth was certainly proving a Job's comforter; and I was already
sufficiently troubled about the final outcome of my adventure. Hence
my only hope of retaining any measure of courage was to discountenance
further conversation, and we continued to jog along in silence,
although I caught him looking at me several times in a manner that
expressed volumes.
We camped that night in the dense heart of some oak woods, beside a
pleasant stream of clear, cool water. Late the following evening,
just as the sun was disappearing behind the trees, our wearied horses
emerged suddenly upon the bank of a broad river, and we could discern
the dim outlines of Hawkins's buildings amid the deepening shadows of
the opposite shore.
Upon one thing I was now fully determined. Seth should start back
with the first streak of the next dawn. His long face and dismal
croakings kept me constantly upon nettles, and I felt that I should
face the uncertain future with far stouter heart if he were out of my
sight. Firm in this resolve, I urged my horse to splash his reluctant
way through the shallows of the ford; and as our animals rose on the
steep bank of the western shore, we found ourselves at once in the
midst of a group of scattered buildings. It seemed quite a settlement
in that dim light, although the structures were all low and built of
logs. The largest and most centrally located of these was evidently
the homestead, as it had a rudely constructed porch in front, and a
thin cloud of smoke was drifting from its chimney. As I drew nearer, I
could perceive the reflection of a light streaming out through the open
doorway.
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