On the Border with Andrew Jackson
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Excerpt.....“Much good place for camp! Heap fine water!”
It was a young Cherokee brave who spoke; from the back of his wiry little sorrel horse he pointed ahead to a small stream which could be seen winding its way among the trees.
“Yes; it looks as if it had been made for a camp, Running Elk,” replied a bronzed athletic white boy. “What do you say, Frank, shall we pitch the tent there to-night?”
Frank Lawrence glanced toward the sun, which was already lowering toward the horizon.
“We might as well, Jack,” replied he. “We couldn’t go much farther, anyway.”.....
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