Pulp Fiction, 1866 · page 10 of 98
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19 THE TWIN SCOUTS: fathers, and with these two sons, pledges of the affection of a Jost and dearly-loved wife, came to this country. He lived — to see his sons grow up to manhood, and then laid calmly ~ down to die.. They grew to love the woods and its myste- ries. In times of peace they ranged the forest, hunting the deer in the leafy coverts, fighting the panther in his native woods, and chasing the bear into its dens in the mountain. And when the sound of savage warfare was heard along the border, they took their rifles, tightened their belts, and went. out to the work before them. General Johnson knew his men when he sent them out. In all the arts of savage life, of their tricks and subtleties, they were perfect masters. They broke no sticks in the woods. The leaves scarcely stirred under their stealthy tread. They were born scouts. The two ones on together, talking pleasantly as they - proceeded. They were in that stretch of level country north of Utica, part of the Mohawk valley, then the property of the greatest tribe of the Six Nations, the Mohawks. The country is cut up by little streams; and, further north, as you near Trenton Falls, rises into highlatas. Into this hilly coun- try the scouts were making their way, and struck the east branch of Canada Creek high above the falls. There they sat down at noontide and cooked a meal. It was soon done. A piece of venison, suspended over a little fire, no larger than a man’s hand, soon received all the cook- ing deemed necessary by the brothdig. They ate their meal, and then lay down in Bic shadow of a rock, and began 4~ conversation. | “T don’t know that it is necessary to blow ourselves by tramping in this hot sun,” said Alph. “We can make up for lost time by traveling late. Be “a. not have time to | tell me what you saw at “Edw ard.’ “Pshaw!’ said Ben. “They are going to putter on, just: as usuul, The only man who knows any thing about Indians and their ways, General Johnson, has his hands tied by the ‘orders’ of men” who have no more business to command him than I havye—no, not so much ; for I think I know what ought to be dene, and they have not the faintest idea. They send over a lot of ‘red-coats’ because they have fought well a comicbooks.com ee el ee Fe Game & - -