Indians of North America -- Juvenile fiction; Pioneers -- West (U.S.) -- Juvenile fiction; Slavery -- Juvenile fiction
No sound broke the stillness which reigned through the forest at that
period of the night. Feeling still drowsy, and afraid of dropping off
to sleep again should I sit down, I continued pacing backwards and
forwards, now approaching one side of the glade, now the other,
occasionally giving the fire a poke, or throwing on a few sticks.
Though I had no fear of Indians, a bear or panther, or a pack of hungry
wolves, might pay us a visit, attracted by the smell of the venison
which was packed and ready for transport. As the trees shut out the
view to the eastward, I could only judge when day was approaching by
observing the stars beginning to grow dim. I had gone farther than
usual from the camp-fire, towards the west, when, as I stopped for a
moment, I thought I heard a sound among the underwood in that direction,
as of branches pushed aside and feet pressed on dry leaves.
Expecting to see some animal break through, I brought my gun ready to
shoot, when much to my surprise a man stepped forth from out of the
darkness.
Supposing him to be an Indian and that he might be followed by a number
of others with scalping-knives in their hands, I slowly retreated,
holding my gun ready for action.
"Do not fire, my friend," said a voice which I recognised as that of the
stranger we had met the previous day. "I come as I promised, to give
you warning should you be in danger. I have discovered that a party of
redskins are out on the war-path, and that you are certain to fall in
with them should you continue hunting. I would advise you forthwith to
saddle your horses and return to the fort."
I thanked the stranger for his information and instantly aroused my
companions; he repeated what he had said to Mr Tidey, advising him to
lose no time in starting.
"I will guide you by the shortest cut out of the wood," he said; "after
that you must push on as fast as your horses can go, and you may keep
ahead of the savages, who are now away to the westward, but will soon
discover your trail, and seeing that you are a small party, will be
certain to follow you up." The idea for a moment glanced across my mind
that perhaps the stranger wished to get rid of us, for the sake of
having all the sport to himself, but his frank air and the earnest tone
in which he spoke made me banish the suspicion. Without a moment's
delay all hands set to work to get ready for starting, our friend
energetically assisting us. Our pack-animals were soon ready and our
steeds saddled.
"Now we will be off," said the stranger, and going ahead he led the way,
winding in and out among the trees at so rapid a rate, that we could
with difficulty keep him in sight. Every now and then he turned,
however, to ascertain that we were following. He evidently seemed to
consider that not a moment was to be lost. At length the border of the
wood was gained.
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