<h3 class="p6">CHAPTER VI<br/> ALONE IN THE WILDERNESS</h3>
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<p>In the winter of 1768-69 a pedler with
horse and wagon wandered into the valley
of the upper Yadkin, offering small wares
to the settlers' wives. This was thrifty John
Finley, former fur-trader and Indian fighter,
who, thirteen years before, had, as we have
seen, fraternized with Boone in Braddock's
ill-fated army on the Monongahela. Finley
had, in 1752, in his trade with the Indians,
descended the Ohio in a canoe to the site of
Louisville, accompanied by three or four
voyageurs, and, with some of his dusky customers,
traveled widely through the interior
of Kentucky. His glowing descriptions of
this beautiful land had inspired Boone to try
to find it. The latter was still sorrowing over
his unpromising expedition by way of the Big
Sandy when, by the merest chance, the man
who had fired his imagination knocked at his
very door.
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<p>Throughout the winter that Finley was
Daniel's guest, he and his brother Squire were
ready listeners to the pedler's stories of the
over-mountain country—tales of countless
water-fowl, turkeys, deer, elk, and buffaloes,
which doubtless lost nothing in the telling.
The two Boones resolved to try Finley's proposed
route by way of Cumberland Gap, and
the fur-trader promised to lead the way.</p>
<p>After the spring crops were in, Finley,
Daniel Boone, and the latter's brother-in-law,
John Stuart, started from Daniel's house
upon the first of May. In their employ, as
hunters and camp-keepers, were three neighbors—Joseph
Holden, James Mooney, and
William Cooley. Each man was fully armed,
clad in the usual deerskin costume of the
frontier, and mounted upon a good horse;
blanket or bearskin was strapped on behind
the saddle, together with camp-kettle, a store
of salt, and a small supply of provisions, although
their chief food was to be game.
Squire remained to care for the crops of the
two families, and agreed to reenforce the
hunters late in the autumn.</p>
<p>Scaling the lofty Blue Ridge, the explorers
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passed over Stone and Iron Mountains and
reached Holston Valley, whence they proceeded
through Moccasin Gap of Clinch
Mountain, and crossed over intervening rivers
and densely wooded hills until they came
to Powell's Valley, then the farthest limit of
white settlement. Here they found a hunter's
trail which led them through Cumberland
Gap. The "warriors' path"—trodden
by Indian war-parties from across the mountains—was
now discovered, and this they followed
by easy stages until at last they
reached what is now called Station Camp
Creek, a tributary of the Kentucky River, in
Estill County, Ky.—so named because here
was built their principal, or "station" camp,
the center of their operations for many
months to come.</p>
<p>While Boone, Finley, and Stuart made
frequent explorations, and Boone in particular
ascended numerous lofty hills in order to
view the country, the chief occupation of the
party was hunting. Throughout the summer
and autumn deerskins were in their best
condition. Other animals were occasionally
killed to afford variety of food, but fur-bearers
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as a rule only furnish fine pelts in the
winter season. Even in the days of abundant
game the hunter was required to exercise
much skill, patience, and endurance. It
was no holiday task to follow this calling.
Deer, especially, were difficult to obtain.
The habits of this excessively cautious animal
were carefully studied; the hunter must
know how to imitate its various calls, to take
advantage of wind and weather, and to practise
all the arts of strategy.</p>
<p>Deerskins were, all things considered, the
most remunerative of all. When roughly
dressed and dried they were worth about a
dollar each; as they were numerous, and a
horse could carry for a long distance about a
hundred such skins, the trade was considered
profitable in those primitive times, when dollars
were hard to obtain. Pelts of beavers,
found in good condition only in the winter,
were worth about two dollars and a half
each, and of otters from three to five dollars.
Thus, a horse-load of beaver furs, when obtainable,
was worth about five times that of a
load of deerskins; and if a few otters could
be thrown in, the value was still greater. The
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skins of buffaloes, bears, and elks were too
bulky to carry for long distances, and were
not readily marketable. A few elk-hides were
needed, however, to cut up into harness and
straps, and bear- and buffalo-robes were useful
for bedding.</p>
<p>When an animal was killed the hunter
skinned it on the spot, and packed on his
back the hide and the best portion of the
meat. At night the meat was smoked or prepared
for "jerking," and the skins were
scraped and cured. When collected at the
camps, the bales of skins, protected from
the weather by strips of bark, were placed
upon high scaffolds, secure from bears and
wolves.</p>
<p>Our Yadkin hunters were in the habit,
each day, of dividing themselves into pairs
for company and mutual aid in times of
danger, usually leaving one pair behind as
camp-keepers. Boone and Stuart frequently
were companions upon such trips; for the
former, being a man of few words, enjoyed
by contrast the talkative, happy disposition
of his friend. Occasionally the entire party,
when the game grew timid, moved for some
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distance, where they would establish a new
camp; but their headquarters remained at
Station Camp, where were kept their principal
skins, furs, and stores. In this way the
time passed from June to December. Boone
used to assert, in after years, that these
months were the happiest of his life. The
genial climate, the beauty of the country, and
the entire freedom of this wild life, strongly
appealed to him. Here this taciturn but
good-natured man, who loved solitary adventure,
was now in his element. Large packs of
skins had been obtained by the little company
and stored at Station Camp and their
outlying shelters; and there was now a generous
supply of buffalo, bear, and elk meat,
venison, and turkeys, all properly jerked for
the winter which was before them, with buffalo
tallow and bear's oil to serve as cooking
grease.</p>
<p>Finley and Boone were both aware that
Kentucky lay between the warring tribes of
the North and the South; that through it
warriors' paths crossed in several directions;
and that this, probably the finest hunting-field
in North America, was a debatable land,
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frequently fought over by contending savages—a
"dark and bloody ground" indeed.
Yet thus far there had been no signs of Indians,
and the Carolina hunters had almost
ceased to think of them.</p>
<p>Toward the close of day on the twenty-second
of December, while Boone and Stuart
were ascending a low hill near the Kentucky
River, in one of the most beautiful districts
they had seen, they were suddenly surrounded
and captured by a large party of Shawnese
horsemen returning from an autumn
hunt on Green River to their homes north
of the Ohio. The two captives were forced
to lead the savages to their camps, which
were deliberately plundered, one after the
other, of everything in them. The Shawnese,
releasing their prisoners, considerately
left with each hunter just enough supplies
to enable him to support himself on the way
back to the settlements. The white men
were told what was a fact under existing
treaties with the tribes—treaties, however, of
which Boone and his companions probably
knew nothing—that they were trespassing
upon Indian hunting-grounds, and must not
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come again, or "the wasps and yellow-jackets
will sting you severely."</p>
<p>The others proposed to leave for home at
once; but Boone and Stuart, enraged at having
lost their year's work and all that they
had brought into the wilderness, and having
no sympathy for Indian treaty rights, started
out to recover their property. After two
days they came up with the Shawnese, and
secreting themselves in the bushes until dark,
contrived to regain four or five horses and
make off with them. But they, in turn, were
overtaken in two days by the Indians and
again made prisoners. After a week of captivity,
in which they were kindly treated, they
effected their escape in the dark and returned
to Station Camp.</p>
<p>Their companions, giving them up for
lost, had departed toward home, but were
overtaken by the two adventurers. Boone
was gratified to find with them his brother
Squire, who, having gathered the fall crops,
had come out with a fresh supply of horses,
traps, and ammunition. He had followed
the trail of his predecessors, and in the New
River region was joined by Alexander Neely.
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Not finding Daniel and Stuart at Station
Camp, and grief-stricken at the report concerning
them, he was traveling homeward
with the party.</p>
<p>Daniel, however, who had staked upon
this venture almost all that he owned, did
not relish the thought of returning empty-handed,
now that reenforcements had arrived,
and determined to stay and seek to
regain his lost fortunes. Squire, Stuart, and
Neely concluded also to remain, and the four
were now left behind in the wilderness. On
reaching the Holston Valley, Finley turned
northward to seek his relatives in Pennsylvania;
while Holden, Mooney, and Cooley
proceeded southeastward to their Yadkin
homes, carrying dismal news of the events attending
this notable exploration of Kentucky.</p>
<p>The quartette promptly abandoned Station
Camp as being dangerously near the
warriors' path, and, tradition says, built another
on or near the northern bank of Kentucky
River, not far from the mouth of the
Red. The deer season was now over, but
beavers and otters were in their prime, and
soon the hunters were enjoying a profitable
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season. A small canoe which they built added
greatly to their equipment, and they were
now enabled to set their traps throughout
a wide region.</p>
<p>Hunting in pairs, Daniel was generally
accompanied by Stuart, while Neely and
Squire were partners. In their wanderings
the two pairs were sometimes several days
without seeing each other; and frequently
partners would be separated throughout the
day, but at night met at some appointed spot.
One day, toward the close of January or
early in February (1770), Stuart did not return
to the rendezvous, much to Boone's
alarm. The following day the latter discovered
the embers of a fire, doubtless built by
the lost man; but that was all, for Stuart
was seen no more. Five years later Boone
came across the bones of his light-hearted
comrade in a hollow sycamore tree upon
Rockcastle River—he recognized them by
Stuart's name cut upon his powder-horn.
What caused Stuart's death is a mystery to
the present day; possibly he was wounded
and chased by Indians to this distant spot,
and died while in hiding.
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<p>Stuart's mysterious disappearance frightened
Neely, who at once left for home, thus
leaving Daniel and Squire to pass the remainder
of the winter in the wilderness by
themselves. Dejected, but not discouraged,
the brothers built a comfortable hut and continued
their work. With the close of the
trapping season the ammunition was nearly
exhausted. Upon the first of May, a year
after Daniel had left his cabin upon the upper
Yadkin, Squire started out upon the return,
their horses well laden with furs, skins,
and jerked meat. Both men had, in their
enterprise, contracted debts of considerable
extent for frontier hunters, hence they were
anxious to square themselves with the world,
as well as to obtain more horses, ammunition,
and miscellaneous supplies.</p>
<p>Daniel was now left alone in Kentucky,
"without bread, salt, or sugar, without company
of his fellow-creatures, or even a horse
or dog." In after years he acknowledged
that he was at times homesick during the
three months which followed, and felt deeply
his absence from the wife and family to
whom he was so warmly attached. But possessing
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a cheerful, hopeful nature, he forgot
his loneliness in untrammeled enjoyment of
the far-stretching wilderness.</p>
<p>Almost without ammunition, he could not
hunt, save to obtain sufficient food, and largely
spent his time in exploration. Fearing Indians,
he frequently changed his location,
sometimes living in shelters of bark and
boughs, and again in caves; but seldom venturing
to sleep in these temporary homes,
preferring the thickets and the dense cane-brakes
as less liable to be sought by savage
prowlers.</p>
<p>Kentucky has a remarkably diversified
landscape of densely wooded hills and valleys
and broad prairie expanses. The genial
climate admirably suited the philosophical
wanderer. He enjoyed the exquisite beauty
and stateliness of the trees—the sycamores,
tulip-trees, sugar-trees, honey-locusts, coffee-trees,
pawpaws, cucumber-trees, and black
mulberries—and found flowers in surprising
variety and loveliness. The mineral springs
interested him—Big Lick, the Blue Licks, and
Big Bone Lick, with its fossil remains of
mastodons which had become mired when
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coming to lick the brackish soil. He traveled
far and wide in his search for the beautiful
and curious, being chiefly in the valleys of
the Licking and the Kentucky, and upon the
banks of the Ohio as far down as the site of
Louisville, where, at the foot of the falls, he
inspected the remains of an old fur trade
stockade concerning which Finley had told
him.</p>
<p>Once he saw some Indians walking upon
the northern bank of the Ohio, but managed
himself to keep out of sight. At another
time, when on the Kentucky, he saw a savage
calmly fishing from the trunk of a fallen
tree. In mentioning this incident to his family,
in later days, he would declare with gravity:
"While I was looking at the fellow he
tumbled into the river, and I saw him no
more." Probably the man of the Yadkin
shot him, fearing that the fisherman might
carry the news of the former's whereabouts
to a possible camp near by. On another occasion,
when exploring Dick's River, he was
suddenly surrounded by Indians. Having
either to surrender or to leap down the precipitous
height to a bank sixty feet below,
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he chose to leap. Landing in the top of a
small sugar-maple, he slid down the tree,
and was able to escape by running under the
overhanging bank and then swimming the
stream. Adventures such as this gave
abundant spice to the joys of solitude.</p>
<p>In the latter part of July Squire arrived
from the settlements, having paid all their
debts and with the surplus purchased sufficient
supplies for another summer and fall
campaign against the deer. This was highly
successful. They did not lack some interesting
experiences, but Indians were not again
encountered; so that, when winter approached,
Squire was enabled once more to
leave with well-laden horses for the markets
of the East. Another two months of loneliness
were suffered by Daniel; but in December
Squire rejoined him with horses, ammunition,
and other necessaries, and the pair
joyously settled down for still another winter
together in the dark and lonely forests of
Kentucky.</p>
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