In This Situation I Was Constantly Exposed

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.

Heaven Must Be A Kentucky Kind Of Place.

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.

In This Situation I Was Constantly Exposed To Danger And Death.

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