The Minute Boys of the Mohawk Valley | Page 5

settlement many days, and yet our preparations for the
dangerous journey were most simple.
I ran home to acquaint my mother with what was afoot, and while she
was trying to keep back her tears lest I might be unnerved for the duty
to which I had been assigned, I armed myself with rifle and
hunting-knife, making certain each weapon was in proper order.
From my father's store of powder and balls I took as much as could be
conveniently carried, and this, with such small supply of corn bread
and salt pork as filled my hunting-bag, made up an outfit for a journey
from which it was reasonable to believe I might never return.
Mother did no more than kiss me again and again in silence, when I
was ready to set off, and I now understand that she did not dare trust
herself to speak, which, I venture to say, saved me from much sorrow.
On arriving at the green in front of my uncle's house, where we three
had agreed to meet, I found that Jacob's outfit was even less than mine.
In his grief because of his father's fate, he had thought only of his
weapons and ammunition, and by the expression on his face I knew full
well he would use them manfully if we came within striking distance of
Lieutenant Wormwood's murderers.
Sergeant Corney was equipped in much the same fashion as was I, and
immediately after my arrival he said, impatiently:

"There is no reason why we should remain here many minutes, as if
tryin' to show ourselves. It stands us in hand to strike the trail while it is
yet warm, an' by dallyin' the people will come to believe our only idee
is to look bigger'n we really are."
"It is for you to say when we shall set out," I replied, envying those of
my comrades who stood near at hand to witness the departure, and the
words had hardly more than been spoken before the old man started off
at a smart pace in the direction of the thicket where Lieutenant
Wormwood's body had so lately been found.
As a matter of course we two lads followed, I making every effort to
keep pace with him, lest those who were watching should suspect I was
not as brave as I looked, and in a few moments we had shut out from
view the houses of the settlement.
We were not long in traversing the short distance which led us to the
tree at the foot of which the officer came to his death; it can well be
understood that we did not linger many seconds in that gruesome
locality.
Jacob was eager to push on, hoping even against hope that it might be
possible for him to rescue his father. Sergeant Corney had no desire to
delay, lest we find it difficult to follow the trail later in the day, and
there was no reason why I should care to remain in that place where
were such evidences as might soon be found of our own fate.
Thayendanega had apparently given no heed as to whether his
movements were known, for never an effort had been made to cover the
trail, and we followed it as readily as if it had been blazed.
When we had travelled rapidly in silence for two full hours, Sergeant
Corney called a halt, saying as he did so:
"There's no reason why we should push on so fast, an' much need to
husband our strength, for no one can tell how soon we may be forced to
take part in a hand-to-hand scrimmage. We'll have a bite to eat, for I
didn't overload my stomach this mornin', an' be all the better for a

breathin'-spell."
"We didn't come out to spend our time in eatin'," Jacob said, moodily,
and I understood full well what was in his mind. "We can loiter when
we have come up with the savages."
"It ain't in the plan that we shall get too close at their heels," Sergeant
Corney replied, as he drew from his hunting-bag a generous supply of
corn bread, and laid a good half of it in front of my comrade.
"It may not be in your plan, but it is in mine," Jacob said, sharply,
giving no heed to the food. "We shall be doin' our duty by those we
have left behind if we hug as close to the villains as is possible, while
there's no chance I can serve my father by hangin' back at a coward's
distance."
"An' it's in your mind, lad, that we might do him a good turn?" Sergeant
Corney said, as if talking to himself.
"Why not? It wouldn't be the first time the murderin' redskins had lost