Category: The Forest Runners

Shif’less Sol rose to a sitting position, and carefully cracked his joints, one by one.

“I wuz a bit afeard, Paul,” he said, “that I had jest petrified, layin’ thar so long. A tired man likes to rest, but thar … Read the rest

Henry Ware and the others, listening at the circle of the wagons, heard the flare of shots, and then, a little later, a lone but long and defiant cry, that seemed to be an answer to the others.

“That’s Jim … Read the rest

Six men were sitting around a camp fire, and they showed every sign of comfort and cheerfulness. It was a big fire, a glowing fire, a warm fire, and it took all trace of damp from the rain or cold … Read the rest

Although the terrible ford had been won, Henry Ware knew that the danger was far from over. The savages, caught on the flank and shot down from above, had yielded to momentary panic, but they would come again. To any … Read the rest

Paul was half reclining against the wall, when he suddenly saw Henry look up. Paul’s eyes followed his comrade’s, and then he heard a soft, faint sound over their heads. He understood at once. Danger had come from a new … Read the rest

“The ford ain’t much more than an hour’s march farther on,” said Dick Salter to Daniel Poe, “an’ the way to it leads over purty smooth groun’.”

“And we have not seen anything of the warriors yet, except the trails … Read the rest

The whole night passed without event and the day came. Paul saw the light grow deeper and deeper, but nothing stirred in the forest. It stretched before him, a living curve of glowing red and yellow and brown, but it … Read the rest

Meanwhile war belts were passing through all the forest, from tribe to tribe, to Shawnee, Miami, Ottawa, Wyandot–to every band, large or small. Another great effort would be made to drive back the thin white vanguard that was now entering … Read the rest

Henry was deeply thankful for this shelter because he knew how badly it was needed. He went to the single little window, which sagged half open on hinges made of the skin of the buffalo. He pushed it back in … Read the rest

A few nights later a strong band of warriors left the Miami village, led by the bold chief, Yellow Panther, and the renegade, Braxton Wyatt. The party was about thirty in number, and it included the most daring spirits among … Read the rest