This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1897 edition. Excerpt: …it may be said that Jethro enjoyed one of the greatest feasts of his life. He literally ate until he could eat no more. Ah! he sighed, in the luxury of repletion, It ain’t often dat I hab a breakfast, dinner and supper all togeder like dat. It makes a gemman feel good from de top of his feet to de sole ob his head. Now I’m able to do my dooty and look after de folks. He prudently quenched the fire as soon as it had served its purpose, and was quite certain that, protected by the density of the surrounding vegetation, it had not attracted the attention of any unfriendly eyes. Judging by the height of the sun in the heavens, the forenoon was half gone. He was sure that events of great importance had occurred since parting with the two fugitives in the cave the night before. Convinced that they had not passed along the trail in the direction of the block-house (unless during the comparatively brief period spent by him in preparing and eating his wholesale meal), it was self-evident that some all-potent cause had intervened to keep them from doing so. To Jethro’s mind only one cause could exist. They had been captured or slain by some of the Shawanoes that were so numerous in the neighborhood. And I don’t show myself at the blockhouse or to any ob de folks till I knows all ‘bout it. I hain’t heered any guns go off, he remarked, forgetting the many hours during which he had been oblivious to all sights and sounds, so it looks as if dar hadn’t been any shootin’ goin’ on. He came stealing back between the trees and through the undergrowth with as much care as if he knew a war party was prowling within a hundred yards of him. Nothing was seen or heard to cause alarm, and he reached the path that held so…
