Let Peace, Descending From Her Native Heaven,

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.

I've Never Been Lost, But I've Been A Mite Bewildered For A Few Days.

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.

Felicity, The Companion Of Content, Is Rather Found In Our Own Breasts Than In The Enjoyment Of External Things; And I Firmly Believe It Requires But A Little Philosophy To Make A Man Happy In Whatever State He Is.

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