At the Blue Licks, a place of evil omen to Kentucky, eleven of the men, anxious for the safety of the families they had left behind and deeming their force too small for the object contemplated, abandoned the enterprise and retreated to the fort.  The remaining nineteen, not discouraged by the desertion of their companions, heroically persevered.  They crossed the Ohio to the present site of Cincinnati, on rafts.  They then painted their faces, and in other respects assumed the guise and garb of savages, and marched upon the Indian towns.

When arrived within twenty miles of these towns they met the force with which Boone had set out.  Discouraged by his escape, the original party had returned, had been rejoined by a considerable reinforcement, the whole amounting to two hundred and fifty men on horse-back, and were again on their march against Boonesborough.  Fortunately, Major Smith and his small party discovered this formidable body before they were themselves observed.  But instead of endeavoring to make good their retreat from an enemy so superior in numbers, and mounted upon horses, they fired upon them and killed two of their number.  An assault so unexpected alarmed the Indians; and without any effort to ascertain the number of their assailants, they commenced a precipitate retreat.  If these rash adventurers had stopped here, they might have escaped unmolested.  But, flushed with this partial success, they rushed upon the retreating foe, and repeated their fire.  The savages, restored to self-possession, halted in their turn, deliberated a moment, and turned upon the assailants.  Major Smith, perceiving the imprudence of having thus put the enemy at bay, and the certainty of the destruction of his little force, if the Indians should perceive its weakness, ordered a retreat in time; and being considerably in advance of the foe, succeeded in effecting it without loss.  By a rapid march during the night, in the course of the next morning they reached Boonesborough in safety.

Scarcely an hour after the last of their number had entered the fort, a body of six hundred Indians, in three divisions of two hundred each, appeared with standards and much show of warlike array, and took their station opposite the fort.  The whole was commanded by a Frenchman named Duquesne.  They immediately sent a flag requesting the surrender of the place, in the name of the king of Great Britain.  A council was held, and contrary to the opinion of Major Smith, it was decided to pay no attention to the proposal.  They repeated their flag of truce, stating that they had letters from the commander at Detroit to Colonel Boone.  On this, it was resolved that Colonel Boone and Major Smith should venture out, and hear what they had to propose.

Fifty yards from the fort three chiefs met them with great parade, and conducted them to the spot designated for their reception, and spread a panther’s skin for their seat, while two other Indians held branches over their heads to protect them from the fervor of the sun.  The chiefs then commenced an address five minutes in length, abounding in friendly assurances, and the avowal of kind sentiments.  A part of the advanced warriors grounded their arms, and came forward to shake hands with them.