Indians of North America -- Juvenile fiction; Pioneers -- West (U.S.) -- Juvenile fiction; Slavery -- Juvenile fiction
Carrying such provisions as we might require on our backs, with a good
store of ammunition and our rifles slung across our shoulders, we set
out, Mr Tidey having a pocket compass by which we could direct our
course. We hoped to reach the fort in two or three days at furthest,
and we might do so sooner could we find water to refresh our steeds.
Our own water-bottles contained but a small supply, but it was all that
could be spared. My father charged us to keep a watchful look-out for
Indians, and should we see any in the distance, either to hide ourselves
or to trust to the fleetness of our steeds, rather than risk an
encounter. Having bid farewell to my mother, Kathleen, Lily, and Dan,
who was disappointed at not being allowed to accompany us, I joined Mr
Tidey and Dio, and we pushed on ahead of the train.
The heat was as great as on the previous day, but, as the Dominie
observed, "We must not care for a slight inconvenience of that sort." I
however twisted a white handkerchief round my hat, to keep off the rays
of the sun, and he followed my example. Dio seemed very indifferent to
them, his woolly pate protecting him better than all the artificial
contrivances we could adopt. The only living creatures we saw were
several deer passing in the far distance to the westward. Of course we
could not venture out of our course to chase them. Neither streams nor
water-holes could we discover, and we were obliged at length to encamp
on the open prairie. Having tethered our horses a short distance from
us, where they could crop the grass, wet with the dew of night, and
having eaten our scanty supper, we lay down with our saddles for
pillows, taking it by turns to keep watch. The stars shone brightly out
overhead, enabling us to see a considerable way from our camp, but as I
walked up and down during my watch, I could discern no objects besides
our three horses, though I continually cast my eyes round the horizon.
I occasionally heard the distant yelp of a pack of coyotes, though they
were too far off to be perceived and did not come near enough otherwise
to annoy us.
I was thankful when Mr Tidey roused me up. Without waiting for
daylight, as we could see our way without difficulty over the prairie
and guide ourselves by the stars, having strapped on our packs and slung
our rifles over our shoulders, we mounted and rode forward, our animals
going much more briskly than they had done on the previous evening.
When the sun rose the heat became as great as ever and the poor beasts
began to slacken their speed, but eager to get on, we urged them forward
with spur and rein until we began to fear that they would break down
altogether. Suddenly, however, pricking up their ears and stretching
out their necks, they broke into a gallop.
"They smell water, though we can see no signs of it," observed Mr
Tidey.
"Yes! dare, dare some trees!" cried Dio.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Elsewhere in the archive
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account