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

I Was Never Lost In The Woods In My Whole Life, Though Once I Was Confused For Three Days.

On The Fourth Day Of July Following, A Party Of About Two Hundred Indians Attacked Boonsborough, Killed One Man, And Wounded Two.

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

We Were Then In A Dangerous, Helpless Situation, Exposed Daily To Perils And Death Amongst Savages And Wild Beasts, Not A White Man In The Country But Ourselves.

Many Heroic Exploits And Chivalrous Adventures Are Related To Me Which Exist Only In The Regions Of Fancy. With Me The World Has Taken Great Liberties, And Yet I Have Been But A Common Man.