MAD ANTHONY'S SCOUTS;
OR,
THE RANGERS OF KENTUCKY.
CHAPTER I.
COMRADES OF THE FOREST.
"Haow dew yeou dew, cap.?"
"Fine, yer honor; and how is yerself?"
A tall, spare specimen of the backwoodsman, who was sitting by a smouldering camp-fire, had arisen and grasped the hand of a genial-faced Irishman, who was also clad in the habiliments of the forest.
"My name is Smith, Hezekiah Smith," said the former, "What is yours?"