. Daniel Boone, Wilderness Scout. Gerettet durch die Haut seiner Zähne. Von diesem Zeitpunkt an schienen die Indianer ihre Hoffnungen auf den Tunnel zu pinnen, den sie gruben.Ihre Beharrlichkeit in der verhassten Handarbeit war bemerkenswert. Auf ihrer Seite haben die Siedler fortgeführt, um die zahlreichen kleineren Angriffe abzuwehren, um das ununterbrochene Feuer zu wiederholen, und um nach bestem Vermögen zu versuchen, Countermines zu graben, die zumindest eine Chance auf Wirksamkeit hätten. Der Turm war immer von den besten Schützen besetzt Alarm totake Schnappschüsse auf jeden Krieger, der ihn selbst auf dem Weg zum oder aus dem Tunnel und der Ca ausgesetzt

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. Daniel Boone, wilderness scout. ssaved by the skin of its teeth. From this time forward the Indians seemed to pinall their hopes on the tunnel they were digging.Their persistency in the hated manual labour wasremarkable. On their side the settlers continuedto beat off the numerous smaller attacks, to replyto the continuous fire, and to attempt to the bestof their ability to dig countermines that would haveat least a chance of effectiveness. The tower wasalways occupied by the best marksmen alert totake snap shots at any warrior who exposed him-self on his way to or from the tunnel and the camp.These men were old hunters, familiar with the Shaw-nee language, and they whiled away their time ban-tering with their enemies with what Ranck calls acurious courtesy. *What are you red rascals doing down there.^he reports an old hunter as shouting. Digging, would be the return yell, *Blow youall to the devil soon. What you do? *0h, would be the cheerful reply, Ve are diggingto meet you, and intend to bury five hundred of you.. He loas out to kill in his madness; yet he refused to permitthe torture of prisoners Daniel Boone: Wilderness Scout 235 And as the terrible days and nights succeeded oneanother hopes faded as to the arrival of the re en-forcements. The men from Holston should longsince have arrived. The extending delay mightwell mean that they had not started, might not becoming at all; and re enforcement seemed the onlyhope. The savages had unending resources, andfor once unending patience. The garrison haddwindling supplies, dwindling energies. Sooner orlater they must succumb. At this exact periodRanck reports their condition as follows: The outlook was black indeed. It was raining, and the pent-up people could slake their thirst, butthey were worn out by the labour, the heat, andincessant watching and by privations, for the long-drawn-out provisions were about exhausted, andthough some of the miserably reduced livestock re-mained, the pioneers had already reached t

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