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It was near sunset and we were near the Kantuckee River, when a number of Indians rushed out of a canebrake and made us their prisoners." "How long did they keep you?" "Seven days. We did our utmost not to show any uneasiness, and gradually they became less suspicious of us.
He averred that he had found the most beautiful of all lands. I shall not soon forget the seventh day of June that year, when John Finley and I, from the top of an eminence, looked out upon the beautiful land of Kantuckee. Buffalo were more numerous than are cattle in the settlements. They fed upon the grass that grows marvellously on those plains.
"He say he take us on warpath to help keep palefaces from going into Kantuckee. He no wan' go, but he say he go. We all lie down sleep. Pretty quick me fader wake up. Me fader wake me broder. Wake me, too." "What was the trouble?" asked Peleg. "Me fader have sleep and see " "What do you mean, he had a dream?" "That so," replied the visitor, nodding his head. "Me fader have dream."
"Me fader, me broder, me go," the visitor replied, pointing to himself. "All go trap many beaver, many mink, many muskrat," he added, making a circle with his hand to indicate his inability to count the pelts which had been taken. "Me broder he wan' go on warpath. He wan' help drive palefaces out Kantuckee. Me fader he say he go," nodding his head many times to emphasize his statement.
It is useless, however, now to go on with such fear among our womenfolk, and the redskins opposing us more strongly the farther we go into Kantuckee." "Where can we go?" inquired one of the assembly. "I have decided that our best plan is to return to the settlement on the Clinch River." "How far is that from here?" asked the inquirer. "About forty miles."
"That is what I mean, lad," replied the great scout, his face lighting up with the occasional smile that appeared upon it. "My wife and daughters feel toward him as I do. Do you know that they were the first white women ever to stand on the banks of the Kantuckee River?" "I had not thought of that," replied Peleg. "There are many others coming soon. Already I have received word that Mrs.
The scout was silent a moment, and Peleg, interested far more than his quiet manner betrayed, looked eagerly into the face of his friend, waiting for him to explain. "I agreed," resumed Boone, "to take a band of men with me and mark out or clear a road to this region in Kantuckee." "A road?" asked Peleg in surprise. "Yes, a road over which packhorses and wagons can be driven.
On the 27th of July my brother returned, and together we went as far as the Cumberland River, scouting through that part of the country and giving names to the different rivers. In the following March I went back to my family, determined to bring them as soon as possible, even at the risk of life and fortune, to make a home in Kantuckee, which I esteemed a second Paradise.
"What did he dream?" "He say we go to Kantuckee, we die. Me fader cry. He no wan' go on warpath." "But you came," suggested Peleg. His visitor nodded and continued: "Me fader say he keep him promise. But he say more. He say we go back to wigwam. Go quick. He good man. Heap good man. He keep him promise. Me broder say me fader mus' keep him promise now." "So you came?" "We go on warpath.
Somehow I seem destined to find the way for others rather than to be able to enjoy much of quiet and rest myself. It was on the first day of May, 1769, that I left my family in quest of the country of Kantuckee. Five men travelled with me, all of us relying upon the reports of John Finley, one of our number, who had been trading with the Indians there.
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