The Scouts of the Valley by Joseph A. (Joseph Alexander) Altsheler
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Henry did not offer a word 'of explanation until his breakfast
was over. Then lie leaned back, sighing twice with deep content, and said: "Boys, I've got a lot to tell." Shif'less Sol moved into an easier position on the leaves. "I guess it has somethin' to do with them scratches on your leggins." "It has," continued Henry with emphasis," and I want to say to you boys that I've seen Timmendiquas, the great White Lightning of the Wyandots." "Timmendiquas!" exclaimed the others together. "No less a man than he," resumed Henry. " I've looked upon his very face, I've seen him in camp with warriors, and I've had the honor of being pursued by him and his men more hours than I can tell. That's why you see those briar scratches on my leggins, Sol." "Then we cannot doubt that he is here to stir the Six Nations to continued war," said Paul Cotter, "and he will succeed. He is a mighty chief, and his fire and eloquence will make them take up the hatchet. I'm glad that we've come. We delayed a league once between the Shawnees and the Miamis; I don't think we can stop this one, but we may get some people out of the way before the blow falls." |
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