I Had Gained The Summit Of A

In The Decline Of The Day, Near Kentucky River, As We Ascended The Brow Of A Small Hill, A Number Of Indians Rushed Out Of A Thick Cane-brake Upon Us, And Made Us Prisoners.

Curiosity Is Natural To The Soul Of Man And Interesting Objects Have A Powerful Influence On Our Affections.

Nothing Embitters My Old Age [like] The Circulation Of Absurd Stories That I Retire As Civilization Advances, That I Shun The White Men And Seek The Indians, And That Now Even When Old, I Seek To Retire Beyond The Second Alleganies.

Fear Is The Spice That Makes It Interesting To Go Ahead.

Thus We Behold Kentucky, Lately An Howling Wilderness, The Habitation Of Savages And Wild Beasts, Become A Fruitful Field; This Region, So Favourably Distinguished By Nature, Now Become The Habitation Of Civilization, At A Period Unparalleled In History, In The Midst Of A Raging War, And Under All The Disadvantages Of Emigration To A Country So Remote From The Inhabited Parts Of The Continent.