"This was in Daniel Boone's day. On our way to Kentucky we began to hear terrible stories of the Indian attacks on the new settlers. In 1780, the year that we emigrated from Virginia, there were many murders of the settlers by the Indians, which were followed by the battle of Lower Blue Licks, in which Boone's son was wounded. "I have heard my mother and the old settlers talk over that battle. When Daniel Boone found that his son was wounded, he tried to carry him away. There was a river near, and he lifted the boy upon his back and hurried toward it. As he came to the river, the boy grew heavy. "'Father, I believe that I am dying,' said the boy. "'We will be across the river soon,' said Boone. 'Hold on.' "The boy clung to his father's neck with stiffening arms. While they were crossing the river the son died. Oh, it was a sight for pity--now, wasn't it, preacher? Boone in the river, with the dead body of his boy on his back. Our country has known few scenes like that. How that father must 'a' felt! You furriners little know these things. "The Indians swam after him. He laid down the body of his son on the ground and struck into the forest. "It was in this war that Boone's little daughter was carried away by the Indians. I must tell ye. I love to talk of old times. "She was at play with two other little girls outside of the stockade at Boonesborough, on the Kentucky River. There was a canoe on the bank. "'Let us take the canoe and go across the river,' said one of the girls, innocent-like. "Well, they got into the boat and paddled across the running river to the opposite side. They reached shallow water, when a party of Indians, who had been watching them, cunning-like, stole out of the thick trees 'n' rushed down to the canoe 'n' drew it to the shore. The girls screamed, and their cries were heard at the fort. "Night was falling. Three of the Indians took a little girl apiece, and, looking back to the fort in the sunset, uttered a shriek of defiance, such as would ha' made yer flesh creep, and disappeared in the timber. "That night a party was got together at the fort to pursue the Indians and rescue the children. "Well, near the close of the next day the party came upon these Indians, some forty miles from the fort. They approached the camp cautiously, coyote-like, 'n' saw that the girls were there. "'Shoot carefully, now,' said the leader. 'Each man bring down an Indian, or the children will be killed before we can reach them.' "They fired upon the Indians, picking out the three who were nearest the children. Not one of the Indians was hit, but the whole party was terribly frightened, leaped up, 'n' run like deer. The children were rescued unharmed 'n' taken back to the fort. You would think them was pretty hard times, wouldn't ye?