<h3 class="p6">CHAPTER XIV<br/> IN THE KANAWHA VALLEY</h3>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_211" id="Page_211">211</SPAN></span></p>
<p>During his early years on the Kanawha,
Boone kept a small store at Point Pleasant.
Later, he moved to the neighborhood of
Charleston, where he was engaged in the
usual variety of occupations—piloting immigrants;
as deputy surveyor of Kanawha
County, surveying lands for settlers and
speculators; taking small contracts for victualing
the militia, who were frequently
called out to protect the country from Indian
forays; and in hunting. Some of his expeditions
took him to the north of the Ohio,
where he had several narrow escapes from
capture and death at the hands of the enemy,
and even into his old haunts on the Big
Sandy, the Licking, and the Kentucky.</p>
<p>He traveled much, for a frontiersman.
In 1788 he went with his wife and their son
Nathan by horseback to the old Pennsylvania
home in Berks County, where they spent a
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_212" id="Page_212">212</SPAN></span>
month with kinsfolk and friends. We find
him in Maysville, on a business trip, during
the year; indeed, there are evidences of numerous
subsequent visits to that port. In
May of the following year he was on the
Monongahela River with a drove of horses
for sale, Brownsville then being an important
market for ginseng, horses, and cattle; and
in the succeeding July he writes to a client,
for whom he had done some surveying, that
he would be in Philadelphia during the coming
winter.</p>
<p>In October, 1789, there came to him, as
the result of a popular petition, the appointment
of lieutenant-colonel of Kanawha County—the
first military organization in the valley;
and in other ways he was treated with
marked distinction by the primitive border
folk of the valley, both because of his brilliant
career in Kentucky and the fact that
he was a surveyor and could write letters.
One who knew him intimately at this time
has left a pleasing description of the man,
which will assist us in picturing him as he
appeared to his new neighbors: "His large
head, full chest, square shoulders, and stout
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_213" id="Page_213">213</SPAN></span>
form are still impressed upon my mind. He
was (I think) about five feet ten inches in
height, and his weight say 175. He was
solid in mind as well as in body, never frivolous,
thoughtless, or agitated; but was always
quiet, meditative, and impressive, unpretentious,
kind, and friendly in his manner.
He came very much up to the idea we have
of the old Grecian philosophers—particularly
Diogenes."</p>
<p>By the summer of 1790, Indian raids
again became almost unbearable. Fresh
robberies and murders were daily reported
in Kentucky, and along the Ohio and the Wabash.
The expedition of Major J. F. Hamtramck,
of the Federal Army, against the
tribesmen on the Wabash, resulted in the
burning of a few villages and the destruction
of much corn; but Colonel Josiah Harmar's
expedition in October against the
towns on the Scioto and the St. Joseph, at
the head of nearly 1,500 men, ended in failure
and a crushing defeat, although the Indian
losses were so great that the army was allowed
to return to Cincinnati unmolested.
Boone does not appear to have taken part in
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_214" id="Page_214">214</SPAN></span>
these operations, his militiamen probably
being needed for home protection.</p>
<p>The following year the General Government
for the first time took the field against
the Indians in earnest. For seven years it
had attempted to bring the tribesmen to
terms by means of treaties, but without avail.
Roused to fury by the steady increase of settlement
north as well as south of the Ohio,
the savages were making life a torment to
the borderers. War seemed alone the remedy.
In June, General Charles Scott, of
Kentucky, raided the Miami and Wabash
Indians. Two months later General James
Wilkinson, with five hundred Kentuckians,
laid waste a Miami village and captured
many prisoners. These were intended but
to open the road for an expedition of far
greater proportions. In October, Governor
Arthur St. Clair, of the Northwest Territory,
a broken-down man unequal to such a task,
was despatched against the Miami towns
with an ill-organized army of two thousand
raw troops. Upon the fourth of November
they were surprised near the principal Miami
village; hundreds of the men fled at the first
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_215" id="Page_215">215</SPAN></span>
alarm, and of those who remained over six
hundred fell during the engagement, while
nearly three hundred were wounded. This
disastrous termination of the campaign demoralized
the West and left the entire border
again open to attack—an advantage which
the scalping parties did not neglect.</p>
<p>While this disaster was occurring, Boone
was again sitting in the legislature at Richmond,
where he represented Kanawha County
from October 17th to December 20th. The
journals of the Assembly show him to have
been a silent member, giving voice only in
yea and nay; but he was placed upon two
then important committees—religion, and
propositions and licenses. It was voted to
send ammunition for the militia on the Monongahela
and the Kanawha, who were to be
called out for the defense of the frontier.
Before leaving Richmond, Boone wrote as
follows to the governor:</p>
<p class="p2 left65 s08">
"Monday 13th Dec 1791</p>
<p>"Sir as sum purson Must Carry out the
armantstion [ammunition] to Red Stone
[Brownsville, Pa.,] if your Exclency should
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_216" id="Page_216">216</SPAN></span>
have thought me a proper purson I would
undertake it on conditions I have the apintment
to vitel the company at Kanhowway
[Kanawha] so that I Could take Down the
flowre as I paste that place I am your Excelenceys
most obedent omble servant</p>
<p class="left65">
"<span class="smcap">Da<sup>l</sup> Boone.</span>"</p>
<p class="p2">Five days later the contract was awarded
to him; and we find among his papers receipts,
obtained at several places on his way
home, for the lead and flints which he was
to deliver to the various military centers.
But the following May, Colonel George Clendennin
sharply complains to the governor
that the ammunition and rations which Boone
was to have supplied to Captain Caperton's
rangers had not yet been delivered, and that
Clendennin was forced to purchase these supplies
from others. It does not appear from
the records how this matter was settled; but
as there seems to have been no official inquiry,
the non-delivery was probably the result of a
misunderstanding.</p>
<p>At last, after a quarter of a century of
bloodshed, the United States Government
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_217" id="Page_217">217</SPAN></span>
was prepared to act in an effective manner.
General Anthony Wayne—"Mad Anthony,"
of Stony Point—after spending a year and
a half in reorganizing the Western army,
established himself, in the winter of 1793-94,
in a log fort at Greenville, eighty miles
north of Cincinnati, and built a strong outpost
at Fort Recovery, on the scene of St.
Clair's defeat. After resisting an attack on
Fort Recovery made on the last day of June
by over two thousand painted warriors from
the Upper Lakes, he advanced with his
legion of about three thousand well-disciplined
troops to the Maumee Valley and
built Fort Defiance. Final battle was given
to the tribesmen on the twentieth of August
at Fallen Timbers. As the result of superb
charges by infantry and cavalry, in forty
minutes the Indian army was defeated and
scattered. The backbone of savage opposition
to Northwestern settlement was broken,
and at the treaty of Greenville in the following
summer (1795) a peace was secured
which remained unbroken for fifteen years.</p>
<p>Wayne's great victory over the men of
the wilderness gave new heart to Kentucky
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_218" id="Page_218">218</SPAN></span>
and the Northwest. The pioneers were exuberant
in the expression of their joy. The
long war, which had lasted practically since
the mountains were first crossed by Boone
and Finley, had been an almost constant
strain upon the resources of the country.
Now no longer pent up within palisades, and
expecting nightly to be awakened by the
whoops of savages to meet either slaughter
or still more dreaded captivity, men could
go forth without fear to open up forests, to
cultivate fields, and peaceably to pursue the
chase.</p>
<p>To hunters like Boone, in particular, this
great change in their lives was a matter for
rejoicing. The Kanawha Valley was not as
rich in game as he had hoped; but in Kentucky
and Ohio were still large herds of buffaloes
and deer feeding on the cane-brake
and the rank vegetation of the woods, and
resorting to the numerous salt-licks which
had as yet been uncontaminated by settlement.</p>
<p>After the peace, Boone for several seasons
devoted himself almost exclusively to
hunting; in beaver-trapping he was especially
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_219" id="Page_219">219</SPAN></span>
successful, his favorite haunt for these
animals being the neighboring Valley of
the Gauley. His game he shared freely with
neighbors, now fast increasing in numbers,
and the skins and furs were shipped
to market, overland or by river, as of old.</p>
<p>Upon removing to the Kanawha, he still
had a few claims left in Kentucky, but suits
for ejectment were pending over most of
these. They were all decided against him,
and the remaining lands were sold by the
sheriff for taxes, the last of them going in
1798. His failure to secure anything for his
children to inherit, was to the last a source
of sorrow to Boone.</p>
<p>The Kanawha in time came to be distasteful
to him. Settlements above and below were
driving away the game, and sometimes his
bag was slight; the crowding of population
disturbed the serenity which he sought in
deep forests; the nervous energy of these
newcomers, and the avarice of some of them,
annoyed his quiet, hospitable soul; and he
fretted to be again free, thinking that civilization
cost too much in wear and tear of
spirit.
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_220" id="Page_220">220</SPAN></span></p>
<p>Boone had long looked kindly toward the
broad, practically unoccupied lands of forest
and plain west of the Mississippi. Adventurous
hunters brought him glowing tales of
buffaloes, grizzly bears, and beavers to be
found there without number. Spain, fearing
an assault upon her possessions from
Canada, was just now making flattering
offers to those American pioneers who
should colonize her territory, and by casting
their fortunes with her people strengthen
them. This opportunity attracted the disappointed
man; he thought the time ripe for
making a move which should leave the crowd
far behind, and comfortably establish him in
a country wherein a hunter might, for many
years to come, breathe fresh air and follow
the chase untrammeled.</p>
<p>In 1796, Daniel Morgan Boone, his oldest
son, traveled with other adventurers in boats
to St. Charles County, in eastern Missouri,
where they took lands under certificates of
cession from Charles Dehault Delassus, the
Spanish lieutenant-governor of Upper Louisiana,
resident at St. Louis. There were
four families, all settling upon Femme Osage
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_221" id="Page_221">221</SPAN></span>
Creek, six miles above its junction with the
Missouri, some twenty-five miles above the
town of St. Charles, and forty-five by water
from St. Louis.</p>
<p>Thither they were followed, apparently
in the spring of 1799, by Daniel Boone and
wife and their younger children. The departure
of the great hunter, now in his sixty-fifth
year, was the occasion for a general
gathering of Kanawha pioneers at the home
near Charleston. They came on foot, by
horseback, and in canoe, from far and near,
and bade him a farewell as solemnly affectionate
as though he were departing for another
world; indeed, Missouri then seemed
almost as far away to the West Virginians
as the Klondike is to dwellers in the Mississippi
basin to-day—a long journey by
packhorse or by flatboat into foreign wilds,
beyond the great waterway concerning which
the imaginations of untraveled men often
ran riot.</p>
<p>The hegira of the Boones, from the junction
of the Elk and the Kanawha, was accomplished
by boats, into which were crowded
such of their scant herd of live stock as
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_222" id="Page_222">222</SPAN></span>
could be accommodated. Upon the way they
stopped at Kentucky towns along the Ohio,
either to visit friends or to obtain provisions,
and attracted marked attention, for throughout
the West Boone was, of course, one of
the best-known men of his day. In Cincinnati
he was asked why, at his time of life,
he left the comforts of an established home
again to subject himself to the privations of
the frontier. "Too crowded!" he replied
with feeling. "I want more elbow-room!"</p>
<p>Arriving at the little Kentucky colony on
Femme Osage Creek, where the Spanish authorities
had granted him a thousand arpents<SPAN name="FNanchor_17" id="FNanchor_17" href="#Footnote_17" class="fnanchor">[17]</SPAN>
of land abutting his son's estate upon
the north, he settled down in a little log cabin
erected largely by his own hands, for the
fourth and last time as a pioneer. He was
never again in the Kanawha Valley, and but
twice in Kentucky—once to testify as to some
old survey-marks made by him, and again to
pay the debts which he had left when removing
to Point Pleasant.</p>
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