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
“I’ll be shivered if this ain’t the edication I wan’t,” said Sneak,
turning round with one or two dead bees in his hand, that he had found
near the root of the tree.
“Huzza!” cried Joe, “we’ll have a mess of honey now. I see the hole
where they are—its in a limb, and we won’t have to cut down the tree,”
and before Sneak could interpose, Joe mounted up among the branches,
and asked for the axe, saying he would have the bough off in five
minutes. Sneak gave it to him, and when he reached the place, (which
was not more than fifteen feet from the ground,) he commenced cutting
away with great eagerness. The cavity was large, and in a few minutes
the bough began to give way. In spite of Sneak’s gesticulations and
grimaces below, Joe did not bethink him that one of his feet still
rested on the bough beyond the place where he was cutting, but
continued to ply the axe with increasing rapidity. Presently the bough,
axe, and Joe, all fell together. Sneak was convulsed with laughter. Joe
sprang to his feet, and after feeling his limbs and ribs, announced
that no bones were broken, and laughed very heartily himself. They
began to split open the severed bough without loss of time. But just
when they were in the act of lifting out the honeycomb, four stalwart
savages rose softly from the bushes behind, and springing nimbly
forward, seized them both before they could make any resistance. The
surprised couple yelled and struggled to no purpose. Their hands were
soon bound behind them, and they were driven forward hastily in a
southerly direction.
“Oh! for goodness sake, Mr. Chief, please let me go home, and I’ll pay
you whatever you ask!” said Joe, to the tallest of the savages.
The Indian, if he did not understand his captive’s words, seemed to
comprehend his terrors, and was much diverted at his ludicrous
expression of features.
“Oh pray! good Mr. Chief—”
“Keep your mouth shet! They’ll never git through torturing us, if you
let ’em know you’re afraid,” said Sneak.
“That’s just what I want,” said Joe; “I don’t want them to ever quit
torturing us—because they’ll never quit till we’re both dead. But as
long as they laugh at they’ll be sure to let me live.”
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