The Boy Hunters of Kentucky

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Ellis Edward Sylvester. The Boy Hunters of Kentucky

CHAPTER I. A YOUNG PIONEER

CHAPTER II. TRAINING A KENTUCKY RIFLEMAN

CHAPTER III. THE MEETING ON THE BRIDGE

CHAPTER IV. THE HOME OF JACK

CHAPTER V. THE YOUNG WYANDOT

CHAPTER VI. THE WRESTLING BOUT

CHAPTER VII. JACK RESUMES HIS JOURNEY

CHAPTER VIII. TRAVELLING SOUTHWARD

CHAPTER IX. ROYAL GAME

CHAPTER X. HUNTING THE HUNTERS

CHAPTER XI. GEORGE MAKES A SHOT

CHAPTER XII. THE STRANGE CAMP FIRE

CHAPTER XIII. CAPTIVE AND CAPTORS

CHAPTER XIV. THE SIGNAL AND ITS REPLY

CHAPTER XV. ANOTHER ARRIVAL

CHAPTER XVI. HOW TO CONQUER AN ENEMY

CHAPTER XVII. A FRIEND AT COURT

CHAPTER XVIII. CONCLUSION

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I really think that if Jack Gedney had not known of the present his father meant to make him he would have been too delighted to act like a sensible boy. As it was, he could hardly keep from hugging the handsome little gun when his father placed it in his hands, and told him that it was his so long as he proved that he knew how to use it, and that he had enough sense to be trusted alone in the woods.

Unwilling to accept Jack's promises, his father took down his own weapon from the deer's antlers over the broad fireplace, and went a short distance with him to test the new piece. On the edge of the clearing he paused until the lad loaded the weapon with powder and ball (for, of course, the cow's horn and bullet pouch went with the present), and then, looking among the branches overhead, where several grey squirrels were whisking along the limbs, he told Jack he might take his choice. During the few seconds that the boy was darting his quick glances at the lively creatures his father quietly cut a piece of hickory as thick as his thumb, and three or four feet long. Jack looked askance at him; he knew well what it meant.

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I am sure you would have said that Jack Gedney was a fine fellow, could you have seen him as he strode along the path through the Kentucky forest a hundred years ago. In the first place, he was rather large for his years, and erect, sturdy, and strong. His brown eyes sparkled with high health, and his round cheeks glowed like the pulpy fulness of a red apple. The life that the young pioneers led was one that was sure to make them strong, rugged, and vigorous.

If you had met Jack in the streets of London or New York you would have been struck by his dress. His cap was formed by the deft fingers of his mother. It was of brown thick cloth, without any forepiece, soft, warm, and able to stand a great deal of wear. Its make and pattern were such that no matter how it was put on its head, it was in place.

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