Міжзірковий мандрівник

Chapter 13

           Allhepossessedwashishorse,hisrifle,theclotheshestoodupin,andacoupleofblanketsthatwerehauledintheMasonwagon.

           Nextmorningitwasthatourdoomfell.Twodays’journeybeyondthelastMormonoutpost,knowingthatnoIndianswereaboutandapprehendingnothingfromtheIndiansonanycount,forthefirsttimewehadnotchainedourwagonsinthesolidcircle,placedguardsonthecattle,norsetanight-watch.

           Myawakeningwaslikeanightmare.Itcameasasuddenblastofsound.Iwasonlystupidlyawakeforthefirstmomentsanddidnothingexcepttotrytoanalyzeandidentifythevariousnoisesthatwenttocomposetheblastthatcontinuedwithoutletup.Icouldhearnearanddistantexplosionsofrifles,shoutsandcursesofmen,womenscreaming,andchildrenbawling.ThenIcouldmakeoutthethudsandsquealsofbulletsthathitwoodandironinthewheelsandunder-constructionofthewagon.Whoeveritwasthatwasshooting,theaimwastoolow.WhenIstartedtorise,mymother,evidentlyjustintheactofdressing,pressedmedownwithherhand.Father,alreadyupandabout,atthisstageeruptedintothewagon.

           “Outofit!”heshouted.“Quick!Totheground!”

           Hewastednotime.Withahook-likeclutchthatwasalmostablow,soswiftwasit,heflungmebodilyoutoftherearendofthewagon.

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