We Were Then In A Dangerous, Helpless

I'm Going Now. My Time Has Come.

Heaven Must Be A Kentucky Kind Of Place.

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

Lightning Does Not Often Strike Twice In The Same Place.

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.