240 WILD SCENES AND WILD HUNTERS. 
received as such with open arms, they were watched over, 
guarded and guided, until they learned to stand alone and 
take care of themselves, and, what was still more remarkable, 
were allowed, without a murmur or a thought, to avail them- 
selves of nearly all.of the extraordinary labors and sufferings 
of their noble and unselfish guardians. 
For example, Boone, who might, as I mentioned before, 
have been the richest man in the whole West, had he been as 
grasping as he was good and wise, entered no land, and died 
in wandering poverty, with no claim to one spot in that para- 
dise into which he had led his countrymen. Harrod exhibited 
the same unselfish traits, as we shall see. 
When a new settler came, he inquired for a locality; Har- 
rod’s knowledge of the surrounding country was at his ser- 
vice; he shouldered his axe, and helped the new comer run 
up a hut—the family out of meat, Harrod, by some necro- 
mancy peculiar to himself, had found it out. He was off to the 
woods, and soon a fine deer, or fat bear, or quarters of a 
buffalo, was placed at their disposal. Their horses had 
strayed in the range, with which the husband was not yet 
familiar, and no ploughing could be done—Harrod’s incessant 
activity has made the discovery in passing, that something 
was wrong in the new clearing—his frank and manly voice is 
heard shouting from the fence, “ Hilloa, Jones! What's the 
matter? No ploughing done yet, I see! Nothin’ wrong, I 
hope?” 
“Well, yes!—the old horse been gone these five days— 
can’t find him down thar in that cane-brake range—been lost 
myself already two whole days in looking for him, and I’ve 
jest about gin it up.” 
“Never mind, Jones, you'll get used to that range some- 
time before long—that horse of your’n is a blood-bay, aint 
he ?” 
**Yes—snip down the nose, and left hind foot white—collar 
marked bad on the shoulders.” 
