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

Most of the memorable events I have myself been exercised in; and, for the satisfaction of the public, will briefly relate the circumstances of my adventures, and scenes of life, from my first movement to this country until this day.

A zeal for the defence of their country led these heroes to the scene of action, though with a few men to attack a powerful army of experienced warriors.

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.

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.

I've opened the way for others to make fortunes, but a fortune for myself was not what I was after.

Have I made my peace with God? I didn't know we'd quarreled!