[Nick of the Woods by Robert M. Bird]@TWC D-Link bookNick of the Woods CHAPTER II 7/17
Howsomever, I hold thar's no Injuns on the road; and if you should meet any, why, it will be down about Bear's Grass, or the Forks of Salt, whar you can keep your eyes open, and whar the settlements are so thick, it is easy taking cover.
No, no, Captain, the fighting this year is all on the north side of Kentucky." "Yet, I believe," said Roland, "there have been no troubles there since the defeat of Captain Estill on Little Mountain, and of Holder at that place,--what do you call it ?" "Upper Blue Licks of Licking," said Bruce; "and war'nt they troubles enough for a season? Two Kentucky captains (and one of them a south-side man, too,) whipped in fa'r fight, and by nothing better than brutish Injuns!" "They were sad affairs, indeed; and the numbers of white men murdered made them still more shocking." "The murdering," said the gallant Colonel Bruce, "is nothing, sir: it is the shame of the thumping that makes one feel vicious; thar's the thing no Kentuckian can stand, sir.
To be murdered, whar thar's ten Injuns to one white man, is nothing; but whar it comes to being trounced by equal numbers, why thar's the thing not to be tolerated.
Howsomever, Captain, we're no worse off in Kentucky than our neighbours.
Thar's them five hundred Pennsylvanians that went out in June, under old Cunnel Crawford from Pittsburg, agin the brutes of Sandusky, war more ridiculously whipped by old Captain Pipe, the Delaware, thar's no denying." "What!" said Roland, "was Crawford's company beaten ?" "Beaten!" said the Kentuckian, opening his eyes; "cut off the _b_, and say the savages made a dinner of 'em, and you'll be nearer the true history of the matter.
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