Wild Western Scenes: A Narrative of Adventures in the Western Wilderness, Wherein the Exploits of Daniel Boone, the Great American Pioneer are Particularly DescribedJones, J. B. (John Beauchamp)
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Wild Western Scenes: A Narrative of Adventures in the Western Wilderness, Wherein the Exploits of Daniel Boone, the Great American Pioneer are Particularly Described
Jones, J. B. (John Beauchamp)
Boone, Daniel, 1734-1820 -- Fiction; Western stories; Wilderness areas -- Fiction
But, about noon, after casting many glances back at the supposed form
of the captive reclining peacefully in the snow-canoe, the chief, with
much excitement, betrayed by his looks, which seemed to be mingled with
an apprehension that she was dead, abruptly ordered the party to halt.
He sprang to the canoe, and convulsively tearing away the skins
discovered only the roll of snow! He at first compressed his lips in
momentary rage, and then burst into a fit of irrepressible laughter.
But the rest raved and stamped, and uttered direful imprecations and
threats of vengeance. Immediately they were aware of the treachery of
the absent Indian, and resolved with one voice that his blood should be
an atonement for the act. Their thoughts had dwelt too fondly on the
shining gold they were to get in exchange for the maiden, for them ever
to forgive the recreant brother who had snatched the prize from them.
The chief soon recovered his usual grave expression, and partook in
some measure the general disappointment and chagrin. His motives were
not of the same mercenary cast which actuated his tribe, nor did he
condemn the conduct of the one who had rescued the maid, being aware of
the clemency extended him when in the power of the enemy; but the
thought of being outwitted and thwarted roused his anger, and he
determined to recover the lost captive, if possible.
The snow was quickly thrown out, and the war-party adjusted their
weapon’s, with the expectation of encountering the whites; and then
whirling about they retraced their steps even more swiftly than they
had been advancing. Just as the night was setting in, they came in
sight of the grove where they had encamped. They slackened their pace,
and looking eagerly forward, seemed to think it not improbable that the
whites had arrived in the vicinity, and might be lying in ambush
awaiting their return in search of the maid. They then abandoned the
canoe, after having concealed it under some low bushes, and entered the
grove in a stooping and watchful posture. Ere long the chief attained
the immediate neighbourhood of the spreading tree, and with an arrow
drawn to its head, crept within a few paces of the spot where he had
lain the preceding night. His party were mostly a few feet in the rear,
while a few were approaching in the same manner from the opposite
direction. Hearing no sound whatever, he rose up slowly, and with an
“Ugh” of disappointment, strode carelessly across the silent and
untenanted place of encampment.
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