The Shadow of the North - A Story of Old New York and a Lost Campaign by Joseph A. (Joseph Alexander) Altsheler
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man he was, he swallowed his pride.
"I confess that I don't know much of the forest, nor do my men," he said, "and so I shall have to ask you four to help me." "We'll do it gladly," said Robert. "What do you propose, Dave?" "I think we'd better draw off some distance from the fire," replied the hunter. "To the right there is a low hill, covered with thick brush, and old logs thrown down by an ancient storm. It's the very place." "Then," said Captain Colden briskly, "we'll occupy it inside of five minutes. Up, men, up!" The sleepers were awakened rapidly, and, although they were awkward and made much more noise than was necessary, they obeyed their captain's sharp order, and marched away with all their arms and stores to the thicket on the hill, where, as Willet had predicted, they found also a network of fallen trees, affording a fine shelter and defense. Here they crouched and Willet enjoined upon them the necessity of silence. "Sir," said young Captain Colden, again putting down his pride, "I beg to thank you and your comrades." "You don't owe us any thanks. It's just what we ought to have done," said Willet lightly. "The wilderness often turns a false face to those who are not used to it, and if we hadn't warned you we'd have deserved shooting." |
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