Ken Campbell
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first heard Jul 2026
last heard 21 Jul
Ken Campbell’s voice in public audio — every appearance, attributed to the second.
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In less than no time, one might say, all Fort Frayne seemed hurrying to the northward bluff.
The sight of tall Captain Blake bounding like a greyhound towards his troop barracks and shouting for his first sergeant, of Major Webb almost running across a parade towards a flagstaff, of Sandy rushing back to his post at the telescope, of the adjutant and officer of the day tearing away towards the sea.
of the stables, where many of the men were now at work.
were signs that told uneeringly of something stirring, probably across the platte.
As luck would have it, in anticipation of orders to move, the troop horses had not been set out to graze, and were still in the sunshiny corrals, and long before the news was fully voiced through officers row, Blake and six of his men were in saddle and darting away for the ford.
Carbines advanced the instant they struck the opposite bank.
From the bluff Webb had shouted his instructions.
We could see him a moment ago.
For half a dozen field glasses were already brought to bear.
Six miles out, far east of the road.
Feel well out to your left and head off any of Straber's people.
Three of them have been seen galloping out already.
Aye, sir, came the answering shout as Blake whirled and tore away after his men, and
There had been a time in his distant past when the navy, not the army, was his ambition, and he still retained some of the ways of the sea, just as Webb feared some of Straber's young warriors had been left behind, and their eagle eyed lookout had sighted the far distant courier almost as soon as Sandy's famous telescope.
Now they were hastening to head him off.
But he seemed to have totally vanished.
Level as appeared, the northward prairie from the commanding height on which stood the throng of eager watchers, it was in reality a low, rolling surface, like some lazily heaving sea that had become suddenly solidified.
Long, broad, shallow dips or basins lay between broad, wide, far extending yet slight upheavals.
Through the shallows turned and twisted.
Dozens of dry Raros, all gradually trending toward the Platte, the drainage system of the frontier.
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