Deerfoot on the Prairies

Deerfoot on the Prairies
Title: Deerfoot on the Prairies
Release Date: 2017-12-27
Type book: Text
Copyright Status: Public domain in the USA.
Date added: 27 March 2019
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Deerfoot and Whirlwind.


Deerfoot on the

Author of “Deerfoot in the Forest,” “Deerfoot in the
Mountains,” “An American King,” “The Cromwell of
Virginia,” “The Boy Pioneer Series,” “Log Cabin
Series,” Etc., Etc.

with Eight Engravings by J. Steeple Davis



Illustrated by
No. 1.—Deerfoot in the Forest
No. 2.—Deerfoot on the Prairies
No. 3.—Deerfoot in the Mountains

Each contains seven half-tone engravings and color frontispiece.They make more real the fortunes and adventures of the heroiclittle band that journeys through the wilderness and prairies fromthe Ohio to the Pacific. It was in the time of daring when Lewisand Clark were engaged in their thrilling expedition that theadventures narrated by the distinguished author of boys’ booksare described as occurring. Our old friends, George and Victor,of the “Log Cabin Series,” are again met with in these pages,and the opportunity of once more coming face to face with Deerfootwill be welcomed by every juvenile reader.

The New Deerfoot Series is bound in uniform style in cloth, withside and back stamped in colors.

Price, single volume $1.00
Price, per set of three volumes, in attractive box 3.00

Copyright by
The John C. Winston Co., 1905


I. Westward Bound
II. The First Camp
III. Thieves of the Night
IV. An Acquaintance
V. A Close Call
VI. A Mishap
VII. Jack Halloway
VIII. Good Seed
IX. A Battle Royal
X. Whirlwind
XI. Physician and Patient
XII. A Hurried Flight
XIII. A Startling Awakening
XIV. Shoshone Callers
XV. A Question of Skill and Courage
XVI. Wireless Telegraphy
XVII. In the Mountains
XVIII. Indian Chivalry
XIX. A Calamity
XX. Old Friends
XXI. Pressing Northward
XXII. A Change of Plan
XXIII. The Monarch of the Solitudes
XXIV. A Memorable Encounter
XXV. Through the Great Divide
XXVI. Parting Company
XXVII. Down the Columbia




ONE morning in early spring, at the beginningof the last century, a party offour persons left the frontier town ofWoodvale, in southern Ohio, and started ontheir long journey across the continent.

Do you need an introduction to the little company?Hardly, and yet it is well to recall themto mind.

First of all was our old friend Deerfoot, theShawanoe, to whom we bade good-bye at theclose of the story “Deerfoot in the Forest,”with a hint of the important expedition uponwhich he had decided to enter with his companions.He was mounted on a tough, wirypony that had been presented to him by hisfriend Simon Kenton, and which, in honor ofthe famous ranger, the new owner had named“Simon.”

This horse was provided with a bridle, butthat was all. Deerfoot, one of the finest ofhorsemen, never used a saddle. He said thebare back of a well-conditioned steed was morepleasant than a seat of leather, and he hadnever yet bestrode an animal that could displacehim. On this trip the Indian youth carriedas his principal weapon the handsome riflepresented by General William H. Harrison,Governor of Indiana Territory. Deerfoot hadnot yielded a bit of his faith in his bow, butthat implement would not prove so handy asthe other in an excursion on horseback.Besides, his three companions had begged himto leave his bow at home, and he was quitewilling to do so.

Deerfoot was dressed as he has been beforedescribed, but he carried a long, heavy blanketthat was strapped to the back of his horseand served in lieu of a saddle. The powderhorn and bullet pouch suspended from hisneck were as full as they could carry. Helooked so graceful on his animal that manyexpressions of admiration were heard from thepeople of Woodvale who had gathered to seethe start. Deerfoot did not seem to hear anyof the compliments, though some wereaddressed directly to him. He was neverpleased with anything of that nature.

Little need be said of Mul-tal-la, the Blackfoot,who had come from the neighborhood ofthe Rocky Mountains on an exploring expeditionof his own, and was now to return withthe Shawanoe as his comrade. The sturdy,shaggy horse, which he had obtained throughthe help also of Simon Kenton, was accoutredlike the one ridden by Deerfoot. The blanketstrapped to his back was the one brought bythe owner from that far-off region, and servedhim also as a saddle. The Blackfoot, likenearly all the Indians of the Northwest, wasan excellent horseman. Through some whim,which no one understood, Mul-tal-la had namedhis animal “Bug,” a title so unromantic thatfor a long time it was never heard withoutcausing a smile from his companions. SometimesMul-tal-la also grinned, but nothing couldinduce him to change the name.

You remember the grief of Victor Sheltonwas so depressing over the death of his fatherthat he surely would have gone into a declinebut for the ardor roused by this proposedexcursion to the Pacific. The prospect was sofascinating that he came out of the dark cloudsthat gathered about him, and was the mostenthusiastic of the four.

George was almost as deeply stirred and inas high spirits as his brother, but now and thena tremor of fear passed over him when hethought of what they would have to passthrough before their return. He would haveshrunk and probably turned back but for Deerfoot.There was no person in the world inwhom he had such faith as in the young Shawanoe;but there is a limit to human attainment,and it might be that his dusky friend wouldsoon reach his when the four turned their faceswestward.

George had named his horse “Jack,” whileVictor called his “Prince.” All were quitesimilar to one another, being strong, sturdy,docile and enduring, but none was speciallygifted in the way of speed. More than likelythey would meet many of their kind among theIndians which would be their superior in fleetness.But, if danger threatened, our friendswould not rely upon their horses for safety.

Now, in setting out on so long a journey,which of necessity must last many months, ourfriends had to carry some luggage with them.This was made as light as possible, but paredto the utmost there was enough to require afifth horse. While of the same breed as theothers, he was of stronger build and best fittedfor burdens. He was the gift of Ralph Genther,who, you may recall, was beaten in the turkeyshoot by Deerfoot. It was Genther who namedhim “Zigzag.”

“’Cause,” explained the donor, “if you lethim to go as he pleases, he’ll make the crookedesttrack in creation; he will beat a ram’shorn out of sight.”

Excepting his blanket, Mul-tal-la had no luggagewhich he did not wear on his person.It must be admitted that the American Indianas a rule is much lacking in that virtue whichis said to be next to godliness. Despite theromance that is often thrown around the redman, it is generally more pleasant to view himat a distance. Close companionship with himis by no means pleasant.

I need hardly say that it was not so withDeerfoot. He was as dainty as any lady withhis person. Kenton, Boone and others hadlaughed at him many times because of his carein bathing and the frequency with which heplunged into icy cold water for no other reasonthan for tidiness and health. The material ofwhich his hunting shirt and leggings were madeallowed them to be worn a long time withoutshowing the effects,

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