human
His flesh stinging with the wound of the arrow, Robert lifted his musket and fired quickly. Years before, in his own country, he had been honored by his King for his good marksmanship, but it was God who guided that aim through the darkness, for it shot straight into the very heart of the chieftain! While, in confusion, the Indians gathered about their fallen chief, Robert, with Angele fainting at his feet, was soon lost in the kindly darkness of the river--paddling eastward!
gpt
Oh, were they saved?
human
Yes. Days afterward they reached a fort where they found a priest who married them. And they lived happy, useful lives in a settlement in Pennsylvania. Some records of the fort where the priest married them tell the whole story--they're right in the house,
gpt
Didn't I tell you she was like a page out of history?
human
You just feel as if you were an American History book, beginning with the discovery of America,
gpt
If I was a history book I'd leave out dates and the Cabots--I never can get 'em straight,
human
There must be lots and lots of stories about brave men that were never put in books,
gpt
Well, I'm glad I'm not that poor captive maiden and just plain Peggy Lee of Overlook!
human
And I'm gladder still that mother is sure to have ice cream for dinner!
gpt
Anyone might think that this was Friday the thirteenth, growled Billy.
human
I broke my fishing rod and I've lost my knife and Jim Archer stepped on a nail and can't go on a hike this afternoon--