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"Wal, Polly Ann, are ye tired of hanging out fer Tom?" he cried, when a dozen paces away. "I wouldn't be if you was the only one left ter choose," Polly Ann retorted. Chauncey Dike stopped in his tracks and haw-hawed with laughter. But I could see that he was not very much pleased. "Wal," said he, "I 'low ye won't see Tom very soon. He's gone to Kaintuckee."
Meanwhile they sang in the Shawnee tongue a wild chant: To the South we, the great warriors, go To the far, fair land of Kaintuckee; We carry death for the Yengees, Our hands are strong, our hearts are fierce; None of the white face can escape us.
It was made long ago by the Southern Indians as they threaded their way to the Hunting Lands of Kaintuckee, and shared now by Indian traders. The path was redolent with odors, and bright with mountain shrubs and flowers, the pink laurel bush, the shining rhododendron, and the grape and plum and wild crab.
Jim fed him, and he got up. She wouldn't eat nothin', and made Jim put him on his hoss. She walked. I can't mek out why them aristocrats wants to come to Kaintuckee. They're a sight too tender." "Pore things!" said Polly Ann, compassionately. "So ye fetched 'em home." "They hadn't a place ter go," said he, "and I reckoned 'twould give 'em time ter ketch breath, an' turn around.
"You do dislike him, that's sure!" he said. "You make no mistake when you say so," replied Wyatt. "There are not many of us here in the woods, and somehow he and I seem to have been always in opposition in the last two or three years. I think, however, that a new campaign will end in overwhelming victory for us, and Kaintuckee will become a complete wilderness again."
Mangy dogs barked at our feet, men and women ran forward joyfully to seize our hands and greet us. And so we came to Kaintuckee. The old forts like Harrodstown and Boonesboro and Logan's at St. Asaph's have long since passed away.
Daniel Boone had made his first hunting trip into "the dark and bloody ground of Kaintuckee" only the year before, and scattered along the banks of the Ohio stood the wigwam villages of the aboriginal lords of the land.
But that night they had supped poorly, for one of them had gone out to perch a turkey, since powder could not be wasted, and had not come back. "I reckon we're the first as ever concluded to winter in Kaintuckee," he said between his puffs. "Howard and Salling went in in June, I've heerd. And Finley? What about Finley, Dan'l?"
He paused, and then continued in the same strain: "'Tis the same at Boonesboro and up thar at the Falls settlement. The critters is everywhar, robbin' men of their claims. Davy," said Mr. Boone, earnestly, "you know that I come into Kaintuckee when it waren't nothin' but wilderness, and resked my life time and again. Them varmints is wuss'n redskins, they've robbed me already of half my claims."
By this time the third gentleman had drawn my attention. Not by anything he said, for he remained silent, sitting with his dark brown head bent forward, quietly gazing at the scene from under his brows. The instant he spoke they turned towards him. He was perhaps forty, and broad-shouldered, not so tall as Mr. Sevier. "Why do you go to Kaintuckee, McChesney?" he asked. "I give my word to Mr.
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