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Richardson, John, 1796-1852

"Hardscrabble; or, the fall of Chicago. a tale of Indian warfare"

All seized it,
and taking the precaution to keep their legs out of
danger, jammed one end into the mouth of the drain, adding
afterwards a few heavy blows from the axes of Le Noir
and Ephraim Giles, which had been found in a corner of
the room.
"Now then," said the Virginian, after having examined
the small window of the bed room, and securely fastened
the shutter--"we've not much more to fear. They're two
to one its true, but I defy them to do us much harm before
daylight, when, I take it they'll be off, if not sooner."
"Well, then, corporal," suggested Green, "I vote that as
we're pretty safe, and have yet that piece of plunder,
we set to work and cook it, for I'm devilish hungry, and
so I think we must all be, seeing as how we hain't had
a regular meal the whole day, besides if we rummage the
place, we may chance to light upon somethin' else. I see
the varmint have carried off the nice row of venison hams
that used to hang up round the chimney, but there may
be somethin' in the loft."
"No bad thought that of yours, Green," answered the
corporal, "Cass, you killed the bird, you must pluck it
and grill it.


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