One day I undertook a tour through the country, and the diversity and beauties of nature I met with in this charming season, expelled every gloomy and vexatious thought.

During our travels, the Indians entertained me well; and their affection for me was so great, that they utterly refused to leave me there with the others, although the Governor offered them one hundred pounds sterling for me, on purpose to give me a parole to go home.

On the fourth day of July following, a party of about two hundred Indians attacked Boonsborough, killed one man, and wounded two.

In such a diversity it was impossible I should be disposed to melancholy.

I was happy in the midst of dangers and inconveniences.

Fear is the spice that makes it interesting to go ahead.

I had gained the summit of a commanding ridge, and, looking round with astonishing delight, beheld the ample plains, the beauteous tracts below.