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"Chauncey Dike said he went off with another girl into Kaintuckee." "And what did Polly Ann say to that?" the stranger demanded. "She asked Chauncey if Tom McChesney gave him the scalps he had on his belt." At that he laughed in good earnest, and slapped his breech-clouts repeatedly. All at once he stopped, and stared up the ridge. "Is that Polly Ann?" said he.
"To Kaintuckee!" cried Captain Sevier, turning to Tom. "Egad, then, you've no right to a wife, and to such a wife," and he glanced again at Polly Ann. "Why, McChesney, you never struck me as a rash man. Have you lost your senses, to take a woman into Kentucky this year?" "So the forts be still in trouble?" said Tom. "Trouble?" cried Mr.
And then, "You want me to go to Kaintuckee with you?" "That's what I come for," he stammered, his assurance all run away again. "I'll go," she answered, so gently that her words were all but blown away by the summer wind. He laid his rifle against a stump at the edge of the corn-field, but she bounded clear of him. Then she stood, panting, her eyes sparkling.
"Robbed you!" I exclaimed, indignant that he, of all men, should suffer. "Ay," he said, "robbed me. They've took one claim after another, tracts that I staked out long afore they heerd of Kaintuckee." He rubbed his rifle barrel with his buckskin sleeve. "I get a little for my skins, and a little by surveyin'. But when the game goes I reckon I'll go after it." "Where, Mr. Boone?" I asked.
On Thursday Tom made a trip to the store in the valley, and came back with a Deckard rifle he had bought for the stranger, whose name was Weldon. There was no news from Kaintuckee, but the Carter's Valley settlers seemed to think that matters were better there. It was that same night, I believe, that two men arrived from Fort Chiswell.
Would you leave Polly Ann and go to Kaintuckee?" "Are you going?" I said. "I reckon I am," he said, "as soon as I kin." "Will you take me?" I asked, breathless. "I I won't be in your way, and I can walk and shoot game." At that he bent back his head and laughed, which made me redden with anger. Then he turned and looked at me more soberly. "You're a queer little piece," said he.
Our scrawny horses splashed across the stream, and we turned to see a gaunt and lonely figure standing apart against the sun, stern and sorrowful. We waved our hands, and set our faces towards Kaintuckee.
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.
We shall have plenty of time to decide concerning his fate." Henry walked by the side of the officer across the court. Holderness was quite young, ruddy, and evidently not long in America. He looked with admiration at Henry's height and magnificent shoulders. "You are from that far land they call Kaintuckee?" he said. "Yes." "One of the best of the countries belonging to the Indians?"
There was no stint, either, of maple beer and rum and "Black Betty," and toasts to the bride and groom amidst gusts of laughter "that they might populate Kaintuckee." And Polly Ann would have it that I should sit by her side under the maple. The fiddlers played, and there were foot races and shooting matches.
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