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"You don't tell me," said he. "Did ye ever know Dan'l Boone?" "I did, indeed, sir," I answered, my face lighting up. "Can you tell me where he is now?" "He's gone to Kaintuckee, them new settlements, fer good. And ef I wasn't eighty years old, I'd go thar, too." "I reckon I'll go thar when I'm married," said Polly Ann, and blushed redder than ever.
A rude table was set there under a great tree, and around it three gentlemen were talking. My memory of all of them is more vivid than it might be were their names not household words in the Western country. Captain Sevier startled them. "My friends," said he, "if you have despatches for Kaintuckee, I pray you get them ready over night." They looked up at him, one sternly, the other two gravely.
"Has he?" said Polly Ann, with brave indifference. "He met a gal on the trail a blazin' fine gal," said Chauncey Dike. "She was goin' to Kaintuckee. And Tom he 'lowed he'd go 'long." Polly Ann laughed, and fingered the withered pieces of skin at Chauncey's girdle. "Did Tom give you them sculps?" she asked innocently. Chauncey drew up stiffly. "Who? Tom McChesney?
Terence was pacing the garden, his leggings turned black with the dew. I looked at him. Here was a vessel to disseminate. "Terence, the Colonel is going back to Virginia with the army." "Him!" cried Terence, dropping the stock of his Deckard to the ground. "And back to Kaintuckee! Arrah, 'tis a sin to be jokin' before a man has a bit in his sthummick. Bad cess to yere plisantry before breakfast."
But Polly Ann hung on his shoulder. "Tom, Tom!" she cried, "you beant goin' to leave us again. Tom, he'll die in the wilderness, and we must git to Kaintuckee." The next vivid thing in my memory is the view of the last barrier Nature had reared between us and the delectable country. It stood like a lion at the gateway, and for some minutes we gazed at it in terror from Powell's Valley below.
"Why, bless my soul, it's Tom McChesney!" he cried, ten paces away, while Tom grinned with pleasure at the recognition "But what have you here?" "A wife," said Tom, standing on one foot. Captain Sevier fixed his dark blue eyes on Polly Ann with approbation, and he bowed to her very gracefully. "Where are you going, Ma'am, may I ask?" he said. "To Kaintuckee," said Polly Ann.
Robertson having written a letter to Colonel Daniel Boone, shut up in the fort at Boonesboro, should we be so fortunate as to reach Kaintuckee: and another to a young gentleman by the name of George Rogers Clark, apparently a leader there. Captain Sevier bowed over Polly Ann's hand as if she were a great lady, and wished her a happy honeymoon, and me he patted on the head and called a brave lad.
But that night, as we sat before the fading red of the backlog, the old man dozing in his chair, Polly Ann put her hand on mine. "Davy," she said softly, "do you reckon he's gone to Kaintuckee?" How could I tell? The days passed. The wind grew colder, and one subdued dawn we awoke to find that the pines had fantastic white arms, and the stream ran black between white banks.
"What of it?" said de Peyster. "The Kentuckians reduced so low will not dare to come against them." "That we do not know," said Timmendiquas. "When we destroy the men in Kaintuckee others come to take their places. It is the duty of the Wyandots and all the allied tribes to look into the future. Listen, O Colonel of the King.
The two boys went down to the little brook that ran near, and drank heartily. They then returned within the ring of fire. They were thoroughly tired and sleepy, and they quickly threw themselves down upon the soft warm earth, pillowing their heads on their arms, and the great Kaintuckee Inn bent over them a roof of soft, summer skies.
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