Biographical Memoir of Daniel Boone, the First Settler of Kentucky: Interspersed with Incidents in the Early Annals of the Country

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G. Conclin, 1845 - 252 pages
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Contents

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Page 249 - Crime came not near him— she is not the child Of solitude; Health shrank not from him— for Her home is in the rarely trodden wild, Where if men seek her not, and death be more Their choice than life, forgive them, as beguiled By habit to what their own hearts abhor— In cities caged. The present case in point I Cite is, that Boon lived hunting up to ninety...
Page 248 - Of all men, saving Sylla the Man-slayer, Who passes for in life and death most lucky, Of the great names which in our faces stare, The General...
Page 237 - His chest was broad and prominent; his muscular powers displayed themselves in every limb; his countenance gave indication of his great courage, enterprise, and perseverance; and, when he...
Page 249 - Tis true he shrank from men, even of his nation, When they built up unto his darling trees, — He moved some hundred miles off, for a station Where there were fewer houses and more ease ; The inconvenience of...
Page 249 - And what's still stranger left behind a name For which men vainly decimate the throng, Not only famous, but of that good fame Without which glory's but a tavern song — Simple, serene, the antipodes of Shame, Which Hate nor Envy e'er could tinge with wrong; An active hermit, even in age the child Of Nature or the man of Ross run wild.
Page 238 - I undressed, whilst he merely took off his hunting-shirt, and arranged a few folds of blankets on the floor, choosing rather to lie there, as he observed, than on the softest bed. When we had both disposed of ourselves, each after his own fashion, he related to me the following account of his powers of memory, which I lay before you, kind reader, in his own words, hoping that the simplicity of his style may prove interesting to you:
Page 242 - Indians, you would not have walked out in any direction for more than a mile without shooting a buck or a bear. There were then thousands of Buffaloes on the hills in Kentucky; the land looked as if it never would become poor; and to hunt in those days was a pleasure indeed.
Page 241 - Mr moved from Old Virginia into Kentucky, and having a large tract granted to him in the new State, laid claim to a certain parcel of land adjoining Green River, and as chance would have it, took for one of his corners the very Ash tree on which I had made my mark, and finished his survey of some thousands of acres, beginning, as it is expressed in the deed, 'at an Ash marked by three distinct notches of the tomahawk of a white man.
Page 242 - At the rising of the sun I was on foot, and, after a good deal of musing, thought that an ash tree then in sight must be the very one on which I had made my mark, I felt as if there could be no doubt of it, and mentioned my thought to Mr. — . 'Well, Colonel...
Page 243 - I scraped and worked away with my butcher knife, until I did come to where my tomahawk had left an impression in the wood. We now went regularly to work, and scraped at the tree with care, until three hacks, as plain as any three notches ever were, could be seen. Mr. and the other gentlemen were astonished, and, I must allow, I was as much surprised as pleased, myself.

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