Pulp Fiction, 1870 · page 9 of 100
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THE EMIGRANTS CAMP. 11 clouds, so that there was scarcely any light at all. The few flakes of snow that were whirling through the air had entirely ceased, but the wind still whistled through the grove. “ Thereis'a moon up there,” said Hammond, “ and if the clouds break oway at all, we a have enough light io guide us On our way.” On account of the tbe which all knew threatened them, & Dumber proposed that as soon as their avimals had had suffi- cient rest, they should move out of the timber and continue their journey ; but this was finally overruled, as they were not only likely to go astray in the darkness, but the Indians could easily find them, from the unavoidable noise made by bheir wagons.. If attacked mathe open prairie at night, they were entirely @ the merey of their assailants, who could easily encircle und tomahawk and shoot them all, while in the grove they could make a fight with some prospect of success, _» So it. was pradently determined to remain where they were, In the course of an hour, when there wis no imperative necessity for a fire, it was allowed to-slumber and finally die out... The wagons were placed ina rude circle, with the animals within, while the women and children, and such men as were relieved Krone sipiyy oom Rs secie queries for the night, an soon silence rested upon all, . A double guard was set. Ten men were scattered around _ the outer edge of the globe at regular distances from each other, on the alert for the first indications of danger. _ Beers and Hammond stood next to each other, and the former finally left his station and sara <t podainn Benitie the latter. _ What’s the use?” he esis by way of biog. When iv’ so dark that you can’t see any thing, where's the good of straining your eyes? As we have got to depend on our sense of hearing, we'll help each other.” The air was'so sharp and keen’ that they had great diffi- culty in keeping themselves comfortable. They dure not _ stamp their feet or swing their arms, and such movements as _ they made, were made with a stealth and caution that nearly a nam of all their vine: aot f Bvaatsci Ot Pt i . . ; commcbooks.com