"I stoped the tuch hole of my gun with tallow and then did ketch fire and we made up a fire and Dryed our selves. I laid my gun Down on the back side of the fire to dry. We concluded that when it would slack raining we would go back the same way as we came and we would yet kill a bear as the sighn seemed to be plenty. As we stood up before our fire we would look Down at this mountain. We all concluded it was the roughest looking place that we had ever seen - big lofty looking Rocks, big guts, Dismal precipasses, etc. We was chitchattng, telling some mrry tails, Major Downey singing at times all though with a loe voice. We had been their about 20 or 30 Minuts when we heard a stick crack at our gap. The word was, 'What is that?' One of us answered, 'Chestnuts a falling.' Another answered, 'I Don't like it.'"
Trabue, Daniel, and Chester R. Young. Westward into Kentucky: The Narrative of Daniel Trabue. Lexington, Kentucky: University Press of Kentucky, 2004. Print.
