Indians of North America -- Juvenile fiction; Pioneers -- West (U.S.) -- Juvenile fiction; Slavery -- Juvenile fiction
I felt rather doubtful about that, but when we reached the brink of the
hollow our anxiety was relieved by seeing a pool, though of small
dimensions and covered over with a thick coat of green, broken here and
there by some water-fowl which had dipped into it. Such as it was, it
was better than no water, and we rode back to guide the waggons to it.
As we drew up on the bank we could scarcely restrain the oxen from
rushing down quench their burning thirst. It was necessary, however, to
water the horses first, though we could not allow them to take their
fill, for fear of exhausting the supply. As soon as the oxen were
unyoked, some nearly rolled over on their noses in their eagerness to
drink the stagnant water. After they had been led back it was with
difficulty we could prevent their returning, but it was necessary to
preserve some of the water for the following morning. Though we kept a
watch as usual all night, we had not much fear of being attacked, as the
want of water, would, we hoped, prevent the Indians from approaching us.
Some time before the streak of pink and gold which announces the coming
dawn appeared in the sky, we were all on foot and the horses were led
down to be watered, but instead of the liquid we expected to find, a
mass of soft mud, through which it had sunk, was alone to be discovered.
Without stopping therefore for breakfast, we immediately yoked in the
oxen and pushed forward, hoping that before noon we might reach some
stream or another water-hole. Our own supply of the necessary liquid
was almost exhausted, and we ourselves might suffer severely if none
could be found. Usually the men, as they trudged forward, amused
themselves by singing songs or cutting jokes, but even the merriest were
now silent and their countenances grew longer and longer as the day
advanced and no water appeared. My father and uncle held a
consultation. We might have to travel on, not only for one day, but for
two or three days, without finding water, and the fort, from whence
alone we were certain of obtaining relief, was still far distant. To
turn back, however, and afterwards take a different route, would be as
dangerous as to advance, as we should probably have to encounter the
band of Indians with whom we had had the fight, and who would be certain
to try and revenge the death of their warriors. At last it was decided
that the train should continue to advance, and that Mr Tidey, Dio, and
I should push forward on horseback to the fort. We there hoped to
obtain a guide who would conduct us to where water was to be found. Our
horses were in better condition than the rest of the animals with the
exception of those my father and Uncle Denis usually rode. They however
considered it necessary to remain with the train, and to keep their
horses in case of requiring them on an emergency.
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