Colonel Harrod proposed to mount a number of horse, and furiously to rush upon the savages, who at this time fought with remarkable fury.  This desperate step had a happy effect, broke their line of battle, and the savages fled on all sides.  In these two battles we had nine killed, and one wounded.  The enemy’s loss uncertain, only two scalps being taken.

On the 22d day of June, 1780, a large party of Indians and Canadians, about six hundred in number, commanded by Colonel Bird, attacked Riddle’s and Martin’s stations, at the forks of Licking River, with six pieces of artillery.  They carried this expedition so secretly, that the unwary inhabitants did not discover them until they fired upon the forts; and, not being prepared to oppose them, were obliged to surrender themselves miserable captives to barbarous savages, who immediately after tomahawked one man and two women, and loaded all the others with heavy baggage, forcing them along toward their towns, able or unable to march.  Such as were weak and faint by the way, they tomahawked.  The tender women and helpless children fell victims to their cruelty.  This, and the savage treatment they received afterward, is shocking to humanity and too barbarous to relate.

The hostile disposition of the savages and their allies caused General Clarke, the commandant at the Falls of the Ohio, immediately to begin an expedition with his own regiment, and the armed force of the country, against Pecaway, the principal town of the Shawanese, on a branch of Great Miami, which he finished with great success, took seventeen scalps, and burnt the town to ashes, with the loss of seventeen men.

About this time I returned to Kentucky with my family; and here, to avoid an inquiry into my conduct, the reader being before informed of my bringing my family to Kentucky, I am under the necessity of informing him that, during my captivity with the Indians, my wife, who despaired of ever seeing me again—­expecting the Indians had put a period to my life, oppressed with the distresses of the country, and bereaved of me, her only happiness—­had, before I returned, transported my family and goods on horses through the wilderness, amid a multitude of dangers, to her father’s house in North Carolina.

Shortly after the troubles at Boonesborough, I went to them, and lived peaceably there until this time.  The history of my going home, and returning with my family, forms a series of difficulties, an account of which would swell a volume; and, being foreign to my purpose, I shall purposely omit them.

I settled my family in Boonesborough once more; and shortly after, on the 6th day of October, 1780, I went in company with my brother to the Blue Licks; and, on our return home, we were fired upon by a party of Indians.  They shot him and pursued me, by the scent of their dog, three miles; but I killed the dog, and escaped.  The winter soon came on, and was very severe, which confined the Indians to their wigwams.