It Isn't How You Die. It's What

No, I Never Did Get Lost, But I Was Bewildered For Three Days Once.

It Isn't How You Die. It's What You Live For.

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.

One Day I Undertook A Tour Through The Country, And The Diversity And Beauties Of Nature I Met With In This Charming Season, Expelled Every Gloomy And Vexatious Thought.

Have I Made My Peace With God? I Didn't Know We'd Quarreled!