Indians of North America -- Juvenile fiction; Pioneers -- West (U.S.) -- Juvenile fiction; Slavery -- Juvenile fiction
I said I was very glad he had come, and inquired for my horse, which, to
my satisfaction, he informed me was still alive, and that the doctor
thought it would recover. I was thankful to have Dio with us, for he
was as brave as man could be, and I could rely on him in any emergency.
We thus formed a party of twelve, and the troopers considered themselves
capable of coping with any Indians we were likely to encounter. The
sergeant in command of the party was a cautious man, and, afraid of
knocking up the horses, would not move as fast as I in my impatience
desired. We had, however, made good about four or five miles when day
dawned. As we moved on, we kept a look-out for Indians on both sides,
not knowing in what direction they might appear; but even should they
have crossed our course, we could not in the darkness discover their
trail. As the light increased, our guide searched diligently for it,
but he declared that he could perceive no signs of Indians having
recently passed that way, though he observed the trail which we had made
on the previous evening. At length I saw some way ahead the wings of
several large birds flapping just above the ground. As we drew nearer,
six or seven turkey buzzards rose into the air, and circling round flew
to a short distance, where they remained watching us. They had been
feeding on the body of Dio's horse, utterly indifferent to the venom
with which the flesh was impregnated. We kept to windward of it, and
directly we had passed the foul birds flew back to their banquet. This
showed us that the guide had led us aright, and that we could trust him.
Losing patience, I entreated the sergeant to move on faster, reminding
him that even should our friends not be attacked by the Indians, they
were certainly suffering from want of water. He inquired how far off I
calculated we should find the train.
"From fourteen to twenty miles," I answered, "though, as I hope that
they may have been able to move on, perhaps they may be still nearer."
He still hesitated, but Mr Tidey joining his entreaties to mine, he put
his horse into a gallop, ordering his men to advance. We now moved
forward at as fast a rate as I could desire, the guide keeping his eye
on the ground. Mile after mile of the level prairie was quickly
covered, we in the mean time looking out for the plumed heads of any
redskins which might show themselves above the horizon. Noon was
approaching. I saw the guide attentively examining the ground.
"Indians have passed this way, but they have swept round again, off to
the southward. It would take us much out of our way to follow up their
trail, and I think it likely that we shall fall in with it again."
"I hope not," I remarked; "for if so, they may discover our train."
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