Hardscrabble; or, the fall of Chicago. a tale of Indian warfare by John Richardson
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discreet soldier, and one who, I am sure, will evince
all necessary resolution, should he see anything of these Indians. The men who are with him are also fine young fellows, and among our best shots." "I am glad to hear this," was the rejoinder, "but still, twelve Indians firing from the woods upon half their number in an open boat, and taken by surprise, would, I fear, render the activity, courage, and skill of these latter but of little avail. My hope is, that Corporal Nixon may see nothing of them, but that, on the contrary, if he has been apprised by the boy, as the fellow says he was to be, of their presence at Heywood's farm, he will make his way back without stopping, or at least, use every precaution to conceal himself, until he can drop down under cover of the darkness." "What, sir," said the lieutenant, with a surprise he could ill conceal, "would you desire him not to afford the necessary succor to Mr. Heywood, if, indeed, he should be in time to render any service?" "Mr. Elmsley," remarked his captain, somewhat sternly, "my sympathy for the fate of those at the farm, is, perhaps quite as strong as yours, but I have a higher stake at issue--a higher object than the indulgence of personal sympathy. I can ill afford, threatening as appearances are at this moment, to risk the lives of six men, the best you say in the fort, out of the very small force at my disposal. Nothing must be left undone to |
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