The Border Watch: A Story of the Great Chief's Last Stand

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Altsheler Joseph Alexander. The Border Watch: A Story of the Great Chief's Last Stand

PREFACE

CHAPTER I. THE PASSING FLEET

CHAPTER II. THE SILVER BULLET

CHAPTER III. THE HOT SPRING

CHAPTER IV. THE SEVEN HERALDS

CHAPTER V. THE WYANDOT COUNCIL

CHAPTER VI. THE RUINED VILLAGE

CHAPTER VII. THE TAKING OF HENRY

CHAPTER VIII. THE NORTHWARD MARCH

CHAPTER IX. AT DETROIT

CHAPTER X. THE LETTER OF THE FOUR

CHAPTER XI. THE CRY FROM THE FOREST

CHAPTER XII. THE CANOE ON THE RIVER

CHAPTER XIII. ON THE GREAT LAKE

CHAPTER XIV. A TIMELY RESCUE

CHAPTER XV. THE PAGES OF A BOOK

CHAPTER XVI. THE RIVER FIGHT

CHAPTER XVII. THE ROAD TO WAREVILLE

CHAPTER XVIII. THE SHADOWY FIGURE

CHAPTER XIX. A HERALD BY WATER

CHAPTER XX. THE COUNTER-STROKE

CHAPTER XXI. THE BATTLE OF PIQUA

CHAPTER XXII. THE LAST STAND

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A late sun, red and vivid, cast beams of light over a dark river, flowing slowly. The stream was a full half mile from shore to shore, and the great weight of water moved on in silent majesty. Both banks were lined with heavy forest, dark green by day, but fused now into solid blackness by the approach of night.

The scene was wild and primordial. To an eye looking down it would have seemed that man had never come there, and that this was the dawn of time. The deep waters lapped the silent shore until a gentle sighing sound arose, a sound that may have gone on unheard for ages. Close to the water a file of wild ducks flew like an arrow to the north, and, in a little cove where the current came in shallow waves, a stag bent his head to drink.

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The bank rose above him to a height of thirty feet, but the bushes were thick along its face, and the active youth climbed easily and without noise. Before he reached the crest he flattened himself against the earth and listened. He was quite confident that someone had been passing and was, perhaps, very near. He was too good a forester to ignore the event. He heard nothing and then drew himself up cautiously over the edge of the cliff.

He saw before him thick forest, so heavy and dark that the moon did not light it up. An ordinary scout or sentinel would have turned back, satisfied that nothing was to be found, but Henry entered the woods and proceeded carefully in the direction from which the sound had come. He soon saw faint signs of a trail, evidently running parallel with the river, and, used from time to time, by the Indians. Now Henry was satisfied that his senses had not deceived him, and he would discover who had passed. He judged by the difference between the first and second sounds that the journey was leading northward, and he followed along the trail. He had an idea that it would soon lead him to a camp, and he reckoned right, because in a few minutes he saw a red bead of light to his right.

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