in the valley of the Elkhorn
, passed away in the oc-
cupations of exploring parties and the chase.
But one by one, Boone
's companions dropped off, till he was left alone with John Stewart
They jointly found unceasing delight in the wonders of the forest, till, one evening near Kentucky River
, they were taken prisoners by a band of Indians
, wanderers like themselves.
They escaped; and were joined by Boone
's brother; so that when Stewart
was soon after killed by savages, the first victim among the hecatombs of white men, slain by them in their desperate battling for the lovely hunting ground,1 Boone
still had his brother to share with him the dangers and the attractions of the wilderness; the building and occupying the first cottage in Kentucky
In the Spring
of 1770, that brother returned to the settlements for horses and supplies of ammunition, leaving the renowned hunter ‘by himself, without bread, or salt, or sugar, or even a horse or dog.’
‘The idea of a beloved wife’2
anxious for his safety, tinged his thoughts with sadness; but otherwise the cheerful, meditative man, careless of wealth, knowing the use of the rifle, not the plough, of a strong robust frame, in the vigorous health of early manhood, ignorant of books, but versed in the forest and forest life, ever fond of tracking the deer on foot, away from men, yet in his disposition humane, generous and gentle, was happy in the uninterrupted succession ‘of sylvan pleasures.’
He held unconscious intercourse with beauty Old as creation.