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Updated: June 4, 2025
In sixteen hours 'Siah Bolderwood had traveled from his camp on the shore of Lake Champlain opposite the frowning walls of Fort Ticonderoga; when the long ranger was in a hurry he did not spare himself. Perhaps no other man in the Vermont wilderness could have covered so much ground afoot as he, within the time.
The next day 'Siah Bolderwood came striding up to the cabin with the carcass of the doe Enoch had shot across his shoulders, and found the widow at her loom, just within the door. She welcomed the lanky ranger warmly, for he had not only been her husband's closest friend but had been of great assistance to her children and herself since Jonas' death.
He only pushed the white boy on until they came to the ford of the creek where Enoch and 'Siah Bolderwood had crossed early in the day. There Crow Wing released him altogether and pointed sternly across the river. "Your house that way!" he said. "Go!" "Who is that man back yonder?" cried Enoch, angrily. "You can't make me do what you say "
Meanwhile Ethan Allen, knowing well the sleeping quarters of Captain De la Place, having received his information from the same source as Bolderwood, leaped up the stairway to the apartment of the commander of the fort. His shoulder burst in the door without the loss of an instant, and he found the astounded captain sitting up in bed. "What is this, sir? Who are you?" cried the British officer.
The boy did as he was bade and soon the fruit of Enoch Harding's early morning adventure was hanging from the top of a young tree, too small to be climbed by any wild-cat and far enough from the ground to be out of reach of the wolves and foxes. "Now we'll git right out o' here, lad," Bolderwood said, picking up his rifle and starting for the ford.
There was a light canoe moored there and into this he stepped and paddled out into the lake, evidently aiming his craft for a cove near the scouts' position. Bolderwood and his comrades were so deeply interested in the maneuvres of this man that Simon Halpen was for the time forgotten.
Naturally Enoch would have shared his parent's contempt for the Indians; but 'Siah Bolderwood, although he had camped, hunted and fought with Enoch's father for so many years, did not share the latter's opinion of the Indian character, and from him Enoch had imbibed many ideas of late which changed his opinion of the red men.
Off came the shoes and stockings of those boys who had been trammeled by such articles of attire all except Crow Wing. He still wore his moccasins. The foot-races were to come first, and Bolderwood and Lot carefully measured the distance along the bank where the land was almost level, setting stakes at either end of the course.
If he was angry he did not show it. His face was as passive as ever. "Quick work that," said Bolderwood. "You'll have to wake up, Crow Wing, if you want to get the best of Nuck." "Hurrah for Nuck!" shouted the boys. But the second trial was another matter. Crow Wing approached warily. He feinted several times and then leaped away when Enoch tried to seize him as he had before.
"Well, lad, mainly that Jonas Harding, who was as quick on the trail and as good a woodsman as myself, should be worsted by a mad buck; it seems downright impossible, Nuck." "I know. But there could be no mistake about it, 'Siah. There were the hoof-marks and there was no bullet wound on the body, only those gashes made by the critter's horns. Simon Halpen " Bolderwood raised his hand quickly.
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