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

In This Time The Enemy Began To Undermine Our Fort, Which Was Situated Sixty Yards From Kentucky River.

Most Of The Memorable Events I Have Myself Been Exercised In; And, For The Satisfaction Of The Public, Will Briefly Relate The Circumstances Of My Adventures, And Scenes Of Life, From My First Movement To This Country Until This Day.

During Our Travels, The Indians Entertained Me Well; And Their Affection For Me Was So Great, That They Utterly Refused To Leave Me There With The Others, Although The Governor Offered Them One Hundred Pounds Sterling For Me, On Purpose To Give Me A Parole To Go Home.

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.

Nothing Embitters My Old Age [like] The Circulation Of Absurd Stories That I Retire As Civilization Advances, That I Shun The White Men And Seek The Indians, And That Now Even When Old, I Seek To Retire Beyond The Second Alleganies.