[Gutenberg 63431] • Trail and Trading Post · or, The Young Hunters of the Ohio
- Authors
- Stratemeyer, Edward
- Publisher
- Theclassics.Us
- Tags
- frontier and pioneer life -- juvenile fiction
- ISBN
- 9781230281261
- Date
- 2013-09-12T00:00:00+00:00
- Size
- 2.15 MB
- Lang
- en
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1906 edition. Excerpt: ... CHAPTER XVI SAVED BY A WINDSTORM The two young hunters had been asleep perhaps ten minutes when a form stole forward from behind a corner post in the old council-house. The form was that of a young Seneca warrior, Boka the Fox, a red man known for miles around for his skill in hunting and fishing. No matter who went out with him Boka the Fox usually got the biggest turkey, the biggest deer, and very often the biggest fish. Boka the Fox was alone. He had been spying in the vicinity of Fort Pitt, and was now on his way westward to report what he had seen. The storm had overtaken him, and fancy had caused him to seek shelter in the deserted village. He had come up just at the arrival of Dave and Henry and had heard the gunshots when the rabbits were brought down. Despite the snowstorm, Boka the Fox waited around patiently for some chance to do the whites an injury. He had only his hunting knife with him--a weapon taken from a murdered frontiersman some months before. His bow had been broken the day before and his tomahawk had been lost during a wild flight to get away from some soldiers who had seen him on the trail and fired several shots after his retreating form. Not to remain out in the howling storm--for the wind was growing wilder every moment--Boka the Fox had wormed his way into a small recess close to the rude fireplace of which this council-house boasted. I say boasted, for the majority of such places had only an open place where a fire might be built, the smoke rising directly to the outer air. In his warm corner the red warrior waited patiently for Dave and Henry to go to sleep. Several times he was in danger of being discovered, and he kept his hand on the handle of his knife, ready to battle the instant he was seen. He heard...