The Boy Chums In The Forest Or Hunting For Plume Birds In The Florida Everglades

Author : J. Watson Davis
Publisher : Createspace Independent Publishing Platform
ISBN 13 : 9781548387396
Total Pages : 348 pages
Book Rating : 4.3/5 (873 download)

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Download or read book The Boy Chums in the Forest Or Hunting for Plume Birds in the Florida Everglades written by J. Watson Davis and published by Createspace Independent Publishing Platform. This book was released on 2017-06-28 with total page 348 pages. Available in PDF, EPUB and Kindle. Book excerpt: CHAPTER I. Night had fallen upon a wild Florida forest, and all was still save for the hooting of a distant owl and the occasional plaintive call of a whip-poor-will. In a little clearing by the side of a faint bridle-path a huge fire of fat pine knots roared and crackled, lighting up the small cleared space and throwing its flickering rays in amongst the dark, gloomy pines. At the edge of the clearing, two wiry little Florida ponies, tethered with rawhide ropes, browsed upon the short, dry wire-grass. Nearer to the fire lay a neatly done-up pack, and beside it a high-pommeled Mexican saddle, while the firelight gleamed on the polished barrels of a fine shotgun and rifle leaning against the pack. Close to the blaze a heap of glowing coals had been raked a little to one side, and upon them rested a coffee-pot and large frying-pan from which stole forth appetizing odors of steaming coffee and frying bacon. The man bending over the coals was heavily bearded and past middle age, but his broad shoulders and huge frame still gave evidence of great strength and endurance. There was about him an air of anxious expectancy, and from time to time he rose from his crouching position and with hand to ear listened intently. "I sort o' wonder if they'll all fail me," he muttered, as he removed the frying-pan from the coals but set it near enough to keep the contents hot. As if in answer to his soliloquy, there rose above the crackling of the fire, the muffled distant thud of galloping hoofs. A few moments later a well-built, sturdy lad astride a mettlesome pony dashed into the circle of firelight. Throwing the reins over the pony's head, the rider leaped from the saddle and with a rush had the elderly man clasped in his arms in an affectionate hug. "Captain Westfield!" he shouted in boyish delight. "Charley West," cried the man, "glad to see you, lad, glad to see you. My! you have grown. How are you, boy?" "Fine, Captain, couldn't be better. But wait 'till I 'tend to my pony, and we will have a good, long powwow." With sure swift movements, the newcomer removed saddle, pack, and guns, and staked his pony out near the others. This done he returned to the fire. "What's in the wind?" he began, firing in the questions with the speed of a Maxim. "Something worth while, judging from that mysterious letter of yours. What is the scheme? Why this secret meeting in the forest instead of in town? Why"-but the man he called captain interrupted him with a chuckle. "Hold a minute, lad. Just bowse your jib for a bit. You must be hungry, boy." "Starved as a wolf. I could even eat a razorback, if I didn't have to see it before it was cooked." The captain forked out a quantity of crisp bacon upon a tin plate and filled a big granite cup with fragrant coffee, for Charlie West, and from his saddle-bags brought out a bag of hardtack. Helping himself also, both fell to with a will. "What were you doin' when you got my letter, Charley?" asked the captain between mouthfuls. "Nothing, just kicking myself and brooding away in the city." The lad's bright, clear eyes looked frankly into the captain's as he continued....