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<h1 class="p2">Daniel Boone</h1>
<p class="center"><i>BY</i><br/>
<span class="b13">REUBEN GOLD THWAITES</span></p>
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<h3>CHAPTER I<br/> ANCESTRY AND TRAINING</h3>
<p>The grandfather of Daniel Boone—George
by name—was born in 1666 at the
peaceful little hamlet of Stoak, near the city
of Exeter, in Devonshire, England. His
father had been a blacksmith; but he himself
acquired the weaver's art. In due time
George married Mary Maugridge, a young
woman three years his junior, and native of
the neighboring village of Bradninch, whither
he had gone to follow his trade. This worthy
couple, professed Quakers, became the parents
of nine children, all born in Bradninch—George,
Sarah, Squire,<SPAN name="FNanchor_1" id="FNanchor_1" href="#Footnote_1" class="fnanchor">[1]</SPAN> Mary, John, Joseph,
Benjamin, James, and Samuel. All of
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_2" id="Page_2">2</SPAN></span>
these, except John, married, and left numerous
descendants in America.</p>
<p>The elder Boones were ambitious for the
welfare of their large family. They were
also fretful under the bitter intolerance
encountered by Quakers in those unrestful
times. As the children grew to maturity,
the enterprising weaver sought information
regarding the colony which his coreligionist
William Penn had, some thirty years previous,
established in America, where were
promised cheap lands, religious freedom,
political equality, and exact justice to all
men. There were then no immigration bureaus
to encourage and instruct those who
proposed settling in America; no news-letters
from traveling correspondents, to tell the
people at home about the Western world; or
books or pamphlets illustrating the country.
The only method which occurred to George
Boone, of Bradninch, by which he could satisfy
himself regarding the possibilities of
Pennsylvania as a future home for his household,
was to send out some of his older children
as prospectors.</p>
<p>Accordingly—somewhere about 1712-14,
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_3" id="Page_3">3</SPAN></span>
family tradition says—young George (aged
from twenty-two to twenty-four years), Sarah
(a year and a half younger), and Squire
(born November 25, 1696) were despatched
to the promised land, and spent several
months in its inspection. Leaving Sarah
and Squire in Pennsylvania, George returned
to his parents with a favorable report.</p>
<p>On the seventeenth of August, 1717, the
Boones, parents and children, bade a sorrowful
but brave farewell to their relatives and
friends in old Bradninch, whom they were
never again to see. After journeying some
eighty miles over rugged country to the port
of Bristol, they there entered a sailing vessel
bound for Philadelphia, where they safely arrived
upon the tenth of October.</p>
<p>Philadelphia was then but a village. Laid
out like a checker-board, with architecture of
severe simplicity, its best residences were
surrounded by gardens and orchards. The
town was substantial, neat, and had the appearance
of prosperity; but the frontier was
not far away—beyond outlying fields the untamed
forest closed in upon the little capital.
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The fur trade flourished but two or three
days' journey into the forest, and Indians
were frequently seen upon the streets.
When, therefore, the Boones decided to settle
in what is now Abingdon, twelve or fourteen
miles north of the town, in a sparse
neighborhood of Quaker farmers, they at
once became backwoodsmen, such as they remained
for the rest of their lives.</p>
<p>They were, however, not long in Abingdon.
Soon after, we find them domiciled a
few miles to the northwest in the little frontier
hamlet of North Wales, in Gwynedd
township; this was a Welsh community
whose members had, a few years before,
turned Quakers.</p>
<p>Sarah Boone appears, about this time, to
have married one Jacob Stover, a German
who settled in Oley township, now in Berks
County. The elder George Boone, now that
he had become accustomed to moving, after
his long, quiet years as a Devonshire weaver,
appears to have made small ado over folding
his family tent and seeking other pastures.
In 1718 he took out a warrant for four hundred
acres of land in Oley, and near the close
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of the following year removed to his daughter's
neighborhood. This time he settled in
earnest, for here in Oley—or rather the later
subdivision thereof called Exeter—he spent
the remainder of his days, dying in his original
log cabin there, in 1744, at the age of
seventy-eight. He left eight children, fifty-two
grandchildren, and ten great-grandchildren—in
all, seventy descendants: Devonshire
men, Germans, Welsh, and Scotch-Irish
amalgamated into a sturdy race of American
pioneers.</p>
<p>Among the early Welsh Quakers in the
rustic neighborhood of North Wales were the
Morgans. On the twenty-third of July, 1720,
at the Gwynedd meeting-house, in accordance
with the Quaker ceremony, Squire Boone
married Sarah Morgan, daughter of John.
A descendant tells us that at this time
"Squire Boone was a man of rather small
stature, fair complexion, red hair, and gray
eyes; while his wife was a woman something
over the common size, strong and active, with
black hair and eyes, and raised in the Quaker
order."</p>
<p>For ten or eleven years Squire and Sarah
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_6" id="Page_6">6</SPAN></span>
Boone lived in Gwynedd township, probably
on rented land, the former adding to their
small income by occasional jobs of weaving,
for he had learned his father's trade. They
were thrifty folk, but it took ten years under
these primitive conditions to accumulate even
the small sum sufficient to acquire a farm of
their own. Toward the close of the year
1730, Squire obtained for a modest price a
grant of 250 acres of land situated in his
father's township, Oley—a level tract adapted
to grazing purposes, on Owatin Creek,
some eight miles southeast of the present
city of Reading, and a mile and a half from
Exeter meeting-house. Here, probably early
in 1731, the Boones removed with their four
children. Relatives and Quaker neighbors
assisted, after the manner of the frontier, in
erecting a log cabin for the new-comers and
in clearing and fencing for them a small
patch of ground.</p>
<p>In this rude backwoods home, in the valley
of the Schuylkill, was born, upon the second
of November (new style), 1734, Daniel
Boone, fourth son and sixth child of Squire
and Sarah. It is thought that the name
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_7" id="Page_7">7</SPAN></span>
Daniel was suggested by that of Daniel
Boone, a well-known Dutch painter who
had died in London in 1698, "and who
may have been known, or distantly related,
to the family." The other children were:
Sarah (born in 1724), Israel (1726), Samuel
(1728), Jonathan (1730), Elizabeth (1732),
Mary (1736), George (1739), Edward (1744),
Squire, and Hannah, all of them natives of
Oley.<SPAN name="FNanchor_2" id="FNanchor_2" href="#Footnote_2" class="fnanchor">[2]</SPAN></p>
<p>Born into a frontier community, Daniel
Boone's entire life was spent amid similar
surroundings, varying only in degree. With
the sight of Indians he was from the first
familiar. They frequently visited Oley and
Exeter, and were cordially received by the
Quakers. George Boone's house was the
scene of many a friendly gathering of the
tribesmen. When Daniel was eight years of
age, the celebrated Moravian missionary,
Count Zinzendorf, held a synod in a barn at
Oley, a party of converted Delaware Indians,
who preached in favor of Christianity, being
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_8" id="Page_8">8</SPAN></span>
the principal attractions at this meeting.
Thus young Boone started in life with an accurate
knowledge of the American savage,
which served him well during his later years
of adventurous exploration and settlement-building.</p>
<p>Squire Boone appears soon to have become
a leader in his community. His farm,
to whose acres he from time to time added,
was attended to as closely as was usual
among the frontiersmen of his day; and at
home the business of weaving was not neglected,
for he kept in frequent employment
five or six looms, making "homespun"
cloths for his neighbors and the market. He
had an excellent grazing range some five or
six miles north of the homestead, and each
season sent his stock thither, as was the custom
at that time. Mrs. Boone and Daniel accompanied
the cows, and from early spring
until late in autumn lived in a rustic cabin,
far from any other human beings. Hard by,
over a cool spring, was a dairy-house, in
which the stout-armed mother made and kept
her butter and cheese; while her favorite boy
watched the herd as, led by their bell-carriers,
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they roamed at will through the woods,
his duty at sunset being to drive them to the
cabin for milking, and later to lock them for
the night within the cow-pens, secure from
wild animals or prowling cattle-thieves.</p>
<p>While tending his cattle, a work involving
abundant leisure, the young herdsman was
also occupied in acquiring the arts of the forest.
For the first two or three years—his
pastoral life having commenced at the tender
age of ten—his only weapon was a slender,
smoothly shaved sapling, with a small bunch
of gnarled roots at the end, in throwing
which he grew so expert as easily to kill
birds and other small game. When reaching
the dignity of a dozen years, his father
bought him a rifle, with which he soon became
an unerring marksman. But, although
he henceforth provided wild meat enough for
the family, his passion for hunting sometimes
led him to neglect the cattle, which
were allowed to stray far from home and
pass the night in the deep forest.</p>
<p>Soon each summer of herding came to be
succeeded by a winter's hunt. In this occupation
the boy roved far and wide over the
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Neversink mountain-range to the north and
west of Monocacy Valley, killing and curing
game for the family, and taking the skins to
Philadelphia, where he exchanged them for
articles needed in the chase—long hunting-knives,
and flints, lead, and powder for his
gun.</p>
<p>In those days the children of the frontier
grew up with but slight store of such education
as is obtainable from books. The open
volume of nature, however, they carefully
conned. The ways of the wilderness they
knew full well—concerning the storms and
floods, the trees and hills, the wild animals
and the Indians, they were deeply learned;
well they knew how to live alone in the forest,
and to thrive happily although surrounded
by a thousand lurking dangers. This quiet,
mild-mannered, serious-faced Quaker youth,
Daniel Boone, was an ardent lover of the
wild woods and their inhabitants, which he
knew as did Audubon and Thoreau; but of
regular schooling he had none. When he
was about fourteen years of age, his brother
Samuel, nearly seven years his senior, married
Sarah Day, an intelligent young Quakeress
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_11" id="Page_11">11</SPAN></span>
who had more education than was customary
in this neighborhood. Sarah taught
Daniel the elements of "the three R's." To
this knowledge he added somewhat by later
self-teaching, so that as a man he could read
understandingly, do rough surveying, keep
notes of his work, and write a sensible although
badly spelled letter—for our backwoods
hero was, in truth, no scholar, although
as well equipped in this direction as
were most of his fellows.</p>
<p>In time Squire Boone, a man of enterprise
and vigor, added blacksmithing to his
list of occupations, and employed his young
sons in this lusty work. Thus Daniel served,
for a time, as a worker in iron as well as a
hunter and herdsman; although it was noticed
that his art was chiefly developed in
the line of making and mending whatever
pertained to traps and guns. He was a fearless
rider of his father's horses; quick,
though bred a Quaker, to resent what he
considered wrong treatment;<SPAN name="FNanchor_3" id="FNanchor_3" href="#Footnote_3" class="fnanchor">[3]</SPAN> true to his
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_12" id="Page_12">12</SPAN></span>
young friends; fond of long, solitary tramps
through the dark forest, or of climbing hilltops
for bird's-eye views of the far-stretching
wilderness. Effective training this, for
the typical pioneer of North America.</p>
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