Ken Campbell
speaker
601 appearances
1 recordings
1 series
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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Without it the trail would have been invisible at night.
With it the pursuit were well nigh hopeless from the start.
Precious time had been lost in circling far out south of the post before making for the ford.
Withercrab's instinct set him at once to the end that he and two of his fellows ploughed through the foaming waters, barely five hundred yards behind.
They heard nothing of the happenings about the foster's doorway, but
Whereby this time post commander, post surgeon, post quartermaster, and acting post adjutant, post ordinance quartermaster, and commissary sergeants, many of the post guard and most of the post laundresses had gathered, some silent, anxious, and bewildered, some excitingly babbling, while within the sergeant's docimile, Esther Dade, very pale and somewhat out of breath, was trying to
Nothing with quiet self possession to answer the myrid questions ported her, while doctor Waller was ministering to the dazed and moaning sentry, and in an adjoining tenement, a little group had gathered about an unconscious form.
Someone had sent for Mrs.
Hay, who was silently tearfully chapping the lip and almost lifeless hand of a girl in Indian garb.
The cloak and skirts of civilization
had been found beneath the window of the deserted room, and were exhibited as a means of bringing to his senses a much bewildered major, whose first words on entering the hut gave rise to wonderment in the eyes of most of his hearers, and to an impulsive reply from the lips of misses Hay.
I warned the General this girl would play us some Indian trick.
But he ordered her release.
said Flint, and with a wrathful emphasis came the answer.
The general warned you this girl would play a trick, and thanks to no one but you she's done it.
Then rising and stepping aside, the long suffering woman revealed the pallid, senseless face, not of the little Indian maid, her shrinking charge and guest, but of the niece she loved and had lived and lied for many and trying years.
Nanette Lafleur, a long lost sister's only child.
So Blake knew he was talking about that keen November morning among the pines at Bear Cliff, he had unearthed an almost forgotten legend of old Fort Laramie.
But the amaze and discomfiture of the temporary post commander turned this night of Thanksgiving so far as he was concerned into something purgatorial.
Sight of his sentry bound and gagged and bleeding, the discovery of the latter and of the escape of the prisoner for whom he was accountable, had filled him with dismay, yet for the moment failed to stagger his indomitable self esteem.
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