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About this time I returned to Kentucke with my family; and here, to avoid an
enquiry into my conduct, the reader being before informed of my bringing my
family to Kentucke, I am under the necessity of informing him that, during my
captivity with the Indians, my wife, who despaired of ever seeing me again,
expecting the Indians had put a period to my life, oppressed with the distresses
of the country, and bereaved of me, her only happiness, had, before I returned,
transported my family and goods, on horses, through the wilderness, amidst a
multitude of dangers, to her father's house, in North-Carolina.
Shortly after the troubles at Boonsborough, I went to them, and lived peaceably
there until this time. The history of my going home, and returning with my
family, forms a series of difficulties, an account of which would swell a
volume, and being foreign to my purpose, I shall purposely omit them.
I settled my family in Boonsborough once more; and shortly after, on the sixth
day of October, 1780, I went in company with my brother to the Blue Licks; and,
on our return home, we were fired upon by a party of Indians. They shot him, and
pursued me, by the scent of their dog, three miles; but I killed the dog, and
escaped. The winter soon came on, and was very severe, which confined the
Indians to their wigwams.
The severity of this Winter caused great difficulties in Kentucke. The enemy had
destroyed most of the corn, the Summer before. This necessary article was
scarce, and dear; and the inhabitants lived chiefly on the flesh of buffaloes.
The circumstances of many were very lamentable: However, being a hardy race of
people, and accustomed to difficulties and necessities, they were wonderfully
supported through all their sufferings, until the ensuing Fall, when we received
abundance from the fertile soil.
Adventure 17
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