On the Trail of Pontiac or, The Pioneer Boys of the Ohio

e of the two young hunters arose the almost trackless woods, with here and there a small

od before?" questioned Dave, aft

old readers know, was a natural-born hunter and woodsman. "Got a deer right ov

from Dave. "It was a prime shot.

n lots of men around here. Some of 'em can't shoot

rmers sooner or later-after the

ything about going out t

ah ag

Year's day-that he would go as soon as the weat

eve I could make some money, bringing in pelts

you could go!" went on Dave impulsively.

m. There is so much to do, you see. While

me only yesterday that he felt str

e hold, perhaps I can get father to conse

ers with him and six or eight Indians, too. He says he doesn't want to depend altogether on strangers wh

ead, shot down either in the troub

burnt it to the ground, and burnt the forest around it, too. If they have done that, he won't want to build

hey burnt the pos

dians were very frien

Shadd's Run, named after an old Englishman who had settled there six years previous. Shadd and his family had been massacred b

new building, for the first cabin had also gone up in flames during the terrible uprising. On either side of

enry, and in a moment a man appeared a

id the man, and lowered

reached into his game-bag. "Here are the two rabbits I

'll make a fine pot-pie

N

Will you come

not c

I," put

by his wife Sarah, and the pair asked the two

Mrs. Thompson. "In Philadelp

more," answered Henry. "Mother,

and the husband had thought to improve his condition by turning farmer rather than by remaining a clerk in one of the Philadelphia shops. But

ys, if your folks will keep me," said Mrs. Thompson.

and after a little more talk th

ve as he strode along. "I don't believe he knows a thing about tilling

earn, the same a

dark, and through the living-room window they saw t

ay. "Back again, eh?" exclaimed James Morris. "An

n. "But I reckon we could walk

time," came from Rodney Morris, as

is, who was bustling around the big open fire-place preparing supper. "It's a wonde

bits at the Thompsons'. And, by the way, Mrs. Thompson is coming over in

s reply. "Poor dear, I know just how lonely she

id she'd b

ack the curls that were flying around her face. "Mrs.

ughed her father. "Even White Buffalo can charm he

. "The next time he comes here he said he would make me a big, big

now from his feet and came into the cabin. He threw his game on a bench and hung up h

Rodney. He picked up the wild turkeys. "Good big

ssed on the morrow, and then the inmates of the cabin gathe

er of the room stood Mrs. Morris's spinning-wheel and behind this was a shelf containing the family Bible, half a dozen books, and a pile of newspapers which had been carefully preserved from time to time, including copies of the "Pennsylvania Gazette," edited by Benjamin Franklin, and also of the latter's publications know

ugh usage. Coffee and milk were drunk from bowls with narrow bottoms and wide tops, and sometimes these bowls served also for corn mush and similar dishes. Forks had been introduced and also regular eating kni

trings of dried apples brought from the loft of the cabin, and fresh bread, just from the hot stones of the fireplace. All fell to without delay, and while eating Dave and Henr

after the young hunters had told their story. "There is ano

long, hard winter, fa

kes you

nd a squirrel's nest j

els know just about how long they have got to

is. "I am looking for Sam Barringford. He went to Bedford fo

me from Henry. "He has been out in the

y seemed to want to read, the tallow candle was extinguished and saved for another occasion, for candles were by no means as p