To conclude, I can now say that I have verified the saying of an old Indian who signed Colonel Henderson’s deed.  Taking me by the hand, at the delivery thereof—­“Brother,” said he, “we have given you a fine land, but I believe you will have much trouble in settling it.”  My footsteps have often been marked with blood, and therefore I can truly subscribe to its original name.  Two darling sons and a brother have I lost by savage hands, which have also taken from me forty valuable horses, and abundance of cattle.  Many dark and sleepless nights have I been a companion for owls, separated from the cheerful society of men, scorched by the summer’s sun, and pinched by the winter’s cold—­an instrument ordained to settle the wilderness.  But now the scene is changed:  peace crowns the sylvan shade.

What thanks, what ardent and ceaseless thanks are due to that all-superintending Providence which has turned a cruel war into peace, brought order out of confusion, made the fierce savages placid, and turned away their hostile weapons from our country!  May the same Almighty Goodness banish the accursed monster, war, from all lands, with, her hated associates, rapine and insatiable ambition!  Let peace, descending from her native heaven, bid her olives spring amid the joyful nations; and plenty, in league with commerce, scatter blessings from her copious hand!

This account of my adventures will inform the reader of the most remarkable events of this country.  I now live in peace and safety, enjoying the sweets of liberty, and the bounties of Providence, with my once fellow-sufferers, in this delightful country, which I have seen purchased with a vast expense of blood and treasure:  delighting in the prospect of its being, in a short time, one of the most opulent and powerful States on the continent of North America; which, with the love and gratitude of my countrymen, I esteem a sufficient reward for all my toil and dangers.

DANIEL BOONE.

Fayette County, KENTUCKY.