The Young Trailers: A Story of Early Kentucky

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Altsheler Joseph Alexander. The Young Trailers: A Story of Early Kentucky

CHAPTER I. INTO THE UNKNOWN

CHAPTER II. THE FIRST GREAT EXPLOIT

CHAPTER III. LOST IN THE WILDERNESS

CHAPTER IV. THE HAUNTED FOREST

CHAPTER V. AFLOAT

CHAPTER VI. THE VOICE OF THE WOODS

CHAPTER VII. THE GIANT BONES

CHAPTER VIII. THE WILD TURKEY'S GOBBLE

CHAPTER IX. THE ESCAPE

CHAPTER X. THE CAVE DUST

CHAPTER XI. THE FOREST SPELL

CHAPTER XII. THE PRIMITIVE MAN

CHAPTER XIII. THE CALL OF DUTY

CHAPTER XIV. THE RETURN

CHAPTER XV. THE SIEGE

CHAPTER XVI. A GIRL'S WAY

CHAPTER XVII. THE BATTLE IN THE FOREST

CHAPTER XVIII. THE TEST

CHAPTER XIX. AN ERRAND AND A FRIEND

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They found the valley everything in beauty and fertility that Ross had claimed for it, and above all it had small "openings," that is, places where the trees did not grow. This was very important to the travelers, as the labor of cutting down the forest was immense, and even Henry knew that they could not live wholly in the woods, as both children and crops must have sunshine to make them grow. The widest of these open spaces about a half mile from the river, they selected as the site of their new city to which they gave the name of Wareville in honor of their leader. A fine brook flowed directly through the opening, but Ross said it would be a good place, too, to sink a well.

It was midsummer now and the period of dry weather had begun. So the travelers were very comfortable in their wagon camp while they were making their new town ready to be lived in. Both for the sake of company and prudence they built the houses in a close cluster. First the men, and most of them were what would now be called jacks-of-all-trades, felled trees, six or eight inches in diameter, and cut them into logs, some of which were split down the center, making what are called puncheons; others were only nicked at the ends, being left in the rough, that is, with the bark on.

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It was now near sunset, and, as they had worked hard they would have been thankful for supper, but there was none to be thankful for, and they were too tired to fish again. So they concluded to go to sleep, which their hard work made very easy, and dream of abundant harvests on the morrow.

They gathered great armfuls of the fallen brushwood, littering the forest, and built a heap as high as their heads, which blazed and roared in a splendid manner, sending up, too, a column of smoke that rose far above the trees and trailed off in the blue sky.

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