We were then in a dangerous, helpless situation, exposed daily to perils and death amongst savages and wild beasts, not a white man in the country but ourselves.

Heaven must be a Kentucky kind of place.

It isn't how you die. It's what you live for.

The religion I have to love and fear God, believe in Jesus Christ, do all the good to my neighbor, and myself that I can, do as little harm as I can help, and trust on God's mercy for the rest.

May the same Almighty Goodness banish the accursed monster, war, from all lands, with her hated associates, rapine and insatiable ambition!

In this time the enemy began to undermine our fort, which was situated sixty yards from Kentucky River.

I was never lost in the woods in my whole life, though once I was confused for three days.