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
When mounted, the young men set forward in a southern direction, the
valley in which the ferryman’s cabin was situated on one hand, and one
about the same distance above on the other. But the space between them
gradually widened as they progressed, and in a few minutes both
disappeared entirely, terminating in scarcely perceptible rivulets
running slowly down from the high and level prairie. Here Glenn paused
to determine what course he should take. The sun shone brightly on the
interminable expanse before him, and not a breeze ruffled the long dry
grass around, nor disturbed the few sear leaves that yet clung to the
diminutive clusters of bushes scattered at long intervals over the
prairie. It was a delightful scene. From the high position of our hero,
he could distinguish objects miles distant on the plain; and if the
landscape was not enlivened by houses and domestic herds, he could at
all events here and there behold parties of deer browsing peacefully in
the distance. Ringwood and Jowler also saw or scented them, as their
attention was pointed in that direction; but so far from marring the
sport by prematurely running forward, they knew too well their duty to
leave their master, even were the game within a few paces of them,
without the word of command.
“I see a deer!” cried Joe, at length, having till then been employed
gathering some fine wild grapes from a neighbouring vine.
“I see several,” replied Glenn; “but how we are to get within gun shot
of them, is the question.”
“I see them, too,” said Joe, his eyes glistening.
“I have thought of a plan, Joe; whether right or wrong, is not very
material, as respects the exercise we are seeking; but I am inclined to
believe it is the proper one. It will at all events give you a fair
opportunity of killing a deer, as you will have to fire as they run,
and the great number of bullets in your musket will make you more
certain to do execution than if you fired a rifle. You will proceed to
yon thicket, about a thousand yards distant, keeping the bushes all the
time between you and the deer. When you arrive at it dismount, and
after tying your pony in the bushes where he will be well hid, select a
position whence you can see the deer when they run; I think they will
go within reach of your fire. I will make a detour beyond them, and
approach from the opposite side.”
“I’d rather not tie my pony,” said Joe.
“Why? he would not leave you, even were he to get loose,” replied
Glenn.
“I don’t think he would—but I’d rather not leave him yet awhile, till I
get a little better used to hunting,” said Joe, probably thinking there
might be some danger to himself on foot in a country where bears,
wolves, and panthers were sometimes seen.
“Can you fire while sitting on your pony?” inquired Glenn.
“I suppose so,” said Joe; “though I never thought to try it yet.”
“Suppose you try it now, while I watch the deer, and see if what I have
been told is true, that the mere report of a gun will not alarm them.”
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