Draper Manuscripts: Daniel Boone Papers, 1760-1911, Series CC, Wisconsin Historical Society (Madison, Wisconsin)

John D. Shane interview with Jacob Stevens, ca. 1840s: He was one of five spies that went ahead of the column to scout the Indian trail to the Licking river. He witnessed the council on the banks of the river. <In the council McGary who was only a private, wanted to know by Godly (as he would say when he was in earnest) what we came here for? They said, to fight the indians. By godly, said he, then why not fight them. "Then let's fight them. They that aint cowards follow me."> Saw George Corn shot right in the mouth, taking out all the upper and lower teeth on the right side; <I saw him spit the ball in his right hand.> <Jim Hays on the other side of me, said he be damned if he didn't shoot one. I told him to take care or he would get it next, and had scarce said it, when he recieved a shot in the collar bone. Both of these [men] fell down, and as soon as they could, crept back, got on horses, and got to Bryant's S[tation] that same day. I had fired 3 times and was just priming for the fourth, when the word was given for to retreat. The indians rode in a body all in front of us, seeming to me 7 or 8 deep and screamed and rushed on. . . . When I turned to get my horse, he was gone. I didn't wait to go to the ford . . . but plunged in higher up, above the ford, where the water came up to my neck. I was determined to save my gun, or I [would] had swum. When I got over, I stopped and drew off my buck-skin breeches; the bullits all the while showering round me, & one passing through about the middle of the britches thigh as I held them in my hands. The buckskins, when wet were so heavy we couldn't run, having them on. I then had on my short-leggings, moccasins, and shirt. On the top of the hill, I fell in with a man who had red leggings on, . . . and we ran on together about a mile from the river, the indians pursuing and firing on us at every hollow, till my companion gave out. I asked him what I should do. He said, make your escape, and stood snapping his gun, which had gotten wet, as well as mine, so that we couldn't get them off, till the indians came up and took it out of his hands. It was supposed he was killed next morning. The indians stood, and signed, and pointed after me, waiving their guns in a circle, as a token that I was given up.> 12CC134-135

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