<h3 class="p6">CHAPTER V<br/> KENTUCKY REACHED AT LAST</h3>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_55" id="Page_55">55</SPAN></span></p>
<p>When Daniel Boone returned from tidewater
Virginia to the Yadkin region is not
now known. It is probable that the monotony
of hauling tobacco to market at a time when
his old neighbors were living in a state of
panic palled upon a man who loved excitement
and had had a taste of Indian warfare.
It has been surmised that he served with
the Rowan rangers upon Lyttleton's campaign,
alluded to in the previous chapter,
and possibly aided in defending Fort Dobbs,
or served with Waddell under Montgomery.
That he was, some time in 1760, in the mountains
west of the Yadkin upon either a hunt
or a scout, or both, appears to be well established;
for up to a few years ago there
was still standing upon the banks of Boone's
Creek, a small tributary of the Watauga in
eastern Tennessee, a tree upon whose smooth
bark had been rudely carved this characteristic
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_56" id="Page_56">56</SPAN></span>
legend, undoubtedly by the great hunter
himself: "D Boon cilled A BAR on this tree
year 1760."<SPAN name="FNanchor_7" id="FNanchor_7" href="#Footnote_7" class="fnanchor">[7]</SPAN></p>
<p>We have already seen that he accompanied
Waddell in 1761, when that popular
frontier leader reenforced Colonel Byrd's expedition
against the Cherokees. Upon Waddell's
return to North Carolina his leather-shirted
followers dispersed to their homes,
and Boone was again enabled to undertake a
protracted hunt, no longer disturbed by fear
that in his absence Indians might raid the
settlement; for hunting was now his chief
occupation, his wife and children conducting
the farm, which held second place in his affections.
Thus we see how close the borderers
came to the savage life wherein men are
the warriors and hunters and women the
crop-gatherers and housekeepers. Organizing
a party of kindred spirits—a goodly portion
of the Yadkin settlers were more hunters
than farmers—Boone crossed the mountains
and roamed through the valleys of southwest
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_57" id="Page_57">57</SPAN></span>
Virginia and eastern Tennessee, being especially
delighted with the Valley of the
Holston, where game was found to be unusually
abundant. At about the same time another
party of nineteen hunters went upon a
similar expedition into the hills and valleys
westward of the Yadkin, penetrating well
into Tennessee, and being absent for eighteen
months.</p>
<div class="figcenter"><SPAN name="i002" id="i002"></SPAN> <ANTIMG src="images/i002.jpg" width-obs="408" height-obs="550" alt="Boone Tree" /> <p class="caption">A BOONE TREE.</p>
<p class="caption s08">Tree on Boone's Creek, Tenn., bearing Daniel Boone's autograph.
(See pp. <SPAN href="#Page_55">55</SPAN>, <SPAN href="#Page_56">56</SPAN>.)</p>
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<p>We must not conclude, from the passionate
devotion to hunting exhibited by these
backwoodsmen of the eighteenth century,
that they led the same shiftless, aimless lives
as are followed by the "poor whites" found
in some of the river-bottom communities of
our own day, who are in turn farmers, fishermen,
or hunters, as fancy or the seasons dictate.
It must be remembered that farming
upon the Virginia and Carolina uplands was,
in the pioneer period, crude as to methods
and insignificant as to crops. The principal
wealth of the well-to-do was in herds of
horses and cattle which grazed in wild meadows,
and in droves of long-nosed swine feeding
upon the roots and acorns of the hillside
forests. Among the outlying settlers much
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_58" id="Page_58">58</SPAN></span>
of the family food came from the woods, and
often months would pass without bread being
seen inside the cabin walls. Besides the
live stock of the richer folk, whose herds were
driven to market, annual caravans to tidewater
towns carried furs and skins won by
the real backwoodsmen, who lived on the
fringe of the wilderness. For lack of money
accounts were kept in pelts, and with these
were purchased rifles, ammunition, iron, and
salt. It was, then, to the forests that the
borderers largely looked for their sustenance.
Hence those long hunts, from which
the men of the Yadkin, unerring marksmen,
would come back laden with great packs of
pelts for the markets, and dried venison,
bear's meat, and bear's oil for their family
larders. Naturally, this wandering, adventurous
life, spiced with excitement in
many forms, strongly appealed to the rough,
hardy borderers, and unfitted them for other
occupations. Under such conditions farming
methods were not likely to improve, nor
the arts of civilization to prosper; for the
hunter not only best loved the wilderness,
but settlement narrowed his hunting-grounds.
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_59" id="Page_59">59</SPAN></span>
Thus it was that the frontiersman
of the Daniel Boone type, Indian hater as he
was, had at heart much the same interests
as the savage whom he was seeking to supplant.
It was simply a question as to which
hunter, red or white, should occupy the forest;
to neither was settlement welcome.</p>
<p>With the opening of 1762 the southwest
border began to be reoccupied. The abandoned
log cabins once more had fires lighted
upon their hearths, at the base of the great
outside chimneys of stones and mud-plastered
boughs; the deserted clearings, which had
become choked with weeds and underbrush
in the five years of Indian warfare, were
again cultivated by their reassured owners.
Among the returned refugees were Daniel's
parents, Squire and Sarah Boone, who had
ridden on horseback overland all the way
from Maryland. Three years later Squire
Boone died, one of the most highly esteemed
men in the valley.</p>
<p>The Yadkin country was more favored
than some other portions of the backwoods
of North Carolina. Pontiac's uprising
(1763) against the English, who had now
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_60" id="Page_60">60</SPAN></span>
supplanted the French in Canada and in the
wilderness between the Alleghanies and the
Mississippi, led some of the Southern tribes
again to attack the frontiers of the Southwest;
but they were defeated before the Yadkin
was affected by this fresh panic.</p>
<p>The Indian wars had lasted so long that
the entire border had become demoralized.
Of course not all the people in the backwoods
were of good character. Not a few of them
had been driven out from the more thickly
settled parts of the country because of crimes
or of bad reputation; and some of the fur-traders
who lived upon the edge of the settlement
were sorry rogues. When the panic-stricken
people were crowded within the narrow
walls of the forts they could not work.
Many of them found this life of enforced
idleness to their liking, and fell into the habit
of making secret expeditions to plunder
abandoned houses and to steal uncared-for
live stock. When peace came these marauders
had acquired a distaste for honest labor;
leaving the forts, they pillaged right and left,
and horse-stealing became an especially
prevalent frontier vice.
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_61" id="Page_61">61</SPAN></span></p>
<p>Justice on the border was as yet insufficiently
organized. Some of the Virginia and
Carolina magistrates were themselves rascals,
whose decisions could be purchased by
criminals. Many of the best citizens, therefore,
formed associations whose members
were called "regulators." They bound
themselves to pursue, arrest, and try criminals,
and to punish them by whipping, also
by expulsion from the neighborhood. The
law-breakers, on the other hand, organized
in defense, and popular opinion was divided
between the two elements; for there were
some good people who did not like the arbitrary
methods of the regulators, and insisted
upon every man being given a regular trial
by jury. In South Carolina, particularly,
the settlers were much exercised on this
question, and arrayed themselves into opposing
bands, armed to carry out their respective
views. For a time civil war was feared;
but finally, after five years of disturbance,
an agreement was reached, efficient courts
were established, and justice triumphed.</p>
<p>Affairs did not reach so serious a stage
in North Carolina. Nevertheless there were
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_62" id="Page_62">62</SPAN></span>
several bands of vicious and indolent men,
who, entrenched in the hills, long defied the
regulators. One of these parties built a
rude stockaded fort beneath an overhanging
cliff in the mountains back of the Yadkin
settlements. They stole horses, cattle, farming
utensils; in fact, anything that they could
lay their hands upon. One day they grew so
bold as to kidnap a girl. The settlers, now
roused to action, organized attacking companies,
one of them headed by Daniel Boone,
and carried the log fortress of the bandits
by storm. The culprits were taken to Salisbury
jail and the clan broken up.</p>
<p>The rapid growth of the country soon
made game scarce in Boone's neighborhood.
Not only did the ever-widening area of
cleared fields destroy the cover, but there
were, of course, more hunters than before.
Thus our Nimrod, who in his early manhood
cared for nothing smaller than deer, was
compelled to take extended trips in his
search for less-frequented places. It was not
long before he had explored all the mountains
and valleys within easy reach, and become
familiar with the views from every
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_63" id="Page_63">63</SPAN></span>
peak in the region, many of them five and six
thousand feet in height.</p>
<p>As early as 1764-65 Boone was in the
habit of taking with him, upon these trips
near home, his little son James, then seven
or eight years of age. This was partly for
company, but mainly for the lad's education
as a hunter. Frequently they would spend
several days together in the woods during the
autumn and early winter—the deer-hunting
season—and often, when in "open" camps,
were overtaken by snow-storms. On such
occasions the father would keep the boy
warm by clasping him to his bosom as they
lay with feet toward the glowing camp-fire.
As the well-taught lad grew into early manhood
these two companions would be absent
from home for two and three months together,
always returning well laden with the
spoils of the chase.</p>
<p>Hunters in Boone's day had two kinds of
camp—"open" when upon the move, which
meant sleeping in their blankets upon the
ground wherever darkness or weariness
overtook them; "closed" where remaining
for some time in a locality. A closed camp
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_64" id="Page_64">64</SPAN></span>
consisted of a rude hut of logs or poles, the
front entirely open, the sides closely chinked
with moss, and the roof covered with blankets,
boughs, or bark, sloping down to a back-log.
In times when the Indians were not
feared a fire was kept up throughout the
night, in front, in order to warm the enclosure.
Upon a bed of hemlock boughs or of
dried leaves the hunters lay with heads to
the back-log and stockinged feet to the blaze,
for their spongy moccasins were hung to dry.<SPAN name="FNanchor_8" id="FNanchor_8" href="#Footnote_8" class="fnanchor">[8]</SPAN>
Such a camp, often called a "half-faced
cabin," was carefully placed so that it might
be sheltered by neighboring hills from the
cold north and west winds. It was fairly
successful as a protection from rain and
snow, and sometimes served a party of hunters
throughout several successive seasons;
but it was ill-fitted for the coldest weather.
Boone frequently occupied a shelter of this
kind in the woods of Kentucky.</p>
<p>During the last four months of 1765
Boone and seven companions went on horseback
to the new colony of Florida with a view
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_65" id="Page_65">65</SPAN></span>
to moving thither if they found it suited
to their tastes. Wherever possible, they
stopped overnight at borderers' cabins upon
the frontiers of the Carolinas and Georgia.
But such opportunities did not always occur;
they often suffered from hunger, and once
they might have died from starvation but for
the timely succor of a roving band of Seminole
Indians. They explored Florida all the
way from St. Augustine to Pensacola, and
appear to have had a rather wretched time
of it. The trails were miry from frequent
rains, the number and extent of the swamps
appalled them, and there was not game
enough to satisfy a man like Boone, who
scorned alligators. Pensacola, however, so
pleased him that he determined to settle
there, and purchased a house and lot which
he might in due time occupy. Upon their return
Boone told his wife of his Pensacola venture,
but this sturdy woman of the frontier
spurned the idea of moving to a gameless
land. So the town lot was left to take care
of itself, and henceforth the dutiful husband
looked only to the West as his model of a
perfect country.
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_66" id="Page_66">66</SPAN></span></p>
<p>At the close of the French and Indian
War there arrived in the Boone settlement
a Scotch-Irishman named Benjamin Cutbirth,
aged about twenty-three years. He
was a man of good character and a fine hunter.
Marrying Elizabeth Wilcoxen, a niece of
Daniel Boone, he and Boone went upon long
hunts together, and attained that degree of
comradeship which joint life in a wilderness
camp is almost certain to produce.</p>
<p>In 1766 several families from North Carolina
went to Louisiana, apparently by sea to
New Orleans, and founded an English settlement
above Baton Rouge on the Mississippi
River. The news of this event gave
rise to a general desire for exploring the
country between the mountains and the great
river. The year following, Cutbirth, John
Stuart, John Baker, and John Ward, all of
them young married men on the Yadkin, and
excellent hunters, resolved to perform this
feat, and if possible to discover a region superior
to their own valley. They crossed the
mountain range and eventually saw the Mississippi,
being, so far as we know from contemporary
documents, the first party of
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_67" id="Page_67">67</SPAN></span>
white men to succeed in this overland enterprise.
Possibly fur-traders may have done
so before them, but they left no record to
prove it.</p>
<p>Cutbirth and his friends spent a year or
two upon the river. In the autumn they ascended
the stream for a considerable distance,
also one of its tributaries, made a stationary
camp for the winter, and in the
spring descended to New Orleans, where they
sold at good prices their skins, furs, bear-bacon,
bear's oil, buffalo "jerk" (dried
meat), tallow, and dried venison hams.
Their expedition down the river was performed
at great risks, for they had many
hairbreadth escapes from snags, river banks
shelving in, whirlpools, wind-storms, and Indians.
Their reward, says a chronicler of
the day, was "quite a respectable property;"
but while upon their return homeward,
overland, they were set upon by Choctaws,
who robbed them of their all.</p>
<p>Meanwhile, Daniel Boone was slow in
making up his mind to leave home and the
wife and family whom he dearly loved for so
long and perilous a trip as a journey into
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_68" id="Page_68">68</SPAN></span>
the now much-talked-of land of Kentucky.
Perhaps, despite his longings, he might never
have gone had affairs upon the Yadkin remained
satisfactory to him. But game, his
chief reliance, was year by year becoming
harder to obtain. And the rascally agents
of Earl Granville, the principal landholder
of the region, from whom the Boones had
purchased, were pretending to find flaws in
the land-titles and insisting upon the necessity
for new deeds, for which large fees were
exacted.</p>
<p>This gave rise to great popular discontent.
Boone's protest consisted in leaving
the Sugar Tree settlement and moving northwest
for sixty-five miles toward the head of
the Yadkin. His new cabin, a primitive shell
of logs, could still be seen, a few years ago,
at the foot of a range of hills some seven
and a half miles above Wilkesboro, in Wilkes
County. After a time, dissatisfied with this
location, he moved five miles farther up the
river and about half a mile up Beaver Creek.
Again he changed his mind, choosing his
final home on the upper Yadkin, just above
the mouth of Beaver. It was from this beautiful
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_69" id="Page_69">69</SPAN></span>
region among the Alleghany foot-hills,
where game and fish were plenty and his
swine and cattle had good range, that Boone,
crowded out by advancing civilization, eventually
moved to Kentucky.</p>
<p>In the spring and early summer of 1767
there were fresh outbreaks on the part of
the Indians. Governor Tryon had run a
boundary-line between the back settlements
of the Carolinas and the Cherokee hunting-grounds.
But hunters and traders would
persist in wandering to the west of this line,
and sometimes they were killed.</p>
<p>In the autumn of that year Daniel Boone
and a warm friend, William Hill, and possibly
Squire Boone, determined to seek Kentucky,
of which Finley had told him twelve
years before. They crossed the mountain
wall, were in the valleys of the Holston and
the Clinch, and reached the head waters of
the West Fork of the Big Sandy. Following
down this river for a hundred miles, determined
to find the Ohio, they appear to have
struck a buffalo-path, along which they traveled
as far as a salt-lick ten miles west of
the present town of Prestonburg, on a tributary
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_70" id="Page_70">70</SPAN></span>
of the West (or Louisa) Fork of the
Sandy, within Floyd County, in the extreme
eastern part of Kentucky.</p>
<p>Caught in a severe snow-storm, they were
compelled to camp at this lick for the entire
winter. It proved to be the most profitable
station that they could have selected, for buffaloes
and other animals came in large numbers
to lick the brackish soil, and all the hunters
had to do was to "rise, kill, and eat."</p>
<p>Although now considerably west of the
Cumberland Mountains, the explorers were
not aware that they were within the famed
Kentucky; and as the country was very hilly,
covered with briers which annoyed them
greatly, and altogether forbidding, they despaired
of reaching the promised land by
this path, and in the spring returned to the
Yadkin.</p>
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