Showing posts with label camp. Show all posts
Showing posts with label camp. Show all posts

Friday, April 8, 2016

With our feet towards the fire

"After travelling through an exceedingly rough country, and in extreme bad paths indeed, frequently without any, crossing several deep creeks, or water courses, we found ourselves at night beginning to ascend the Wart Mountain, which is upon the south-west side of Smith's River; and we allighted on an agreeable and convenient spot, near the side of a brook of water, to put up for the night, turning our horses out with their bells and hobbles on, to prevent our losing them.
We struck up and kindled a large fire, gathered leaves for us to lie upon, eat heartily of our jerked (or dried) venison, drank some brandy and water, (for we had brought a large stock along with us), wrapped ourselves up in our blankets, and lay down under a large tree, with our feet towards the fire; having traveled about 46 miles that day" (Smyth, 302-3).

Smyth, John F. D. A Tour in the United States of America: Containing an Account of the Present Situation of That Country, the Population, Agriculture, Commerce, Customs, and Manners of the Inhabitants ... with a Description of the Indian Nations, the General Face of the Country, Mountains, Forests, Rivers, and the Most Beautiful, Grand, and Picturesque Views Throughout That Vast Continent Likewise Improvements in Husbandry That May Be Adopted with Great Advantage in Europe. London: Printed for G. Robinson, 1784. Print.

Monday, March 7, 2016

Proceeded down the [Kentucky] River

"Kentucky River - Saturday, June 10th 1775. The people at the Camp we lodged at last night gave us some jerked meat. On inspecting our flour, found it does not amount in the whole to more than 15 pounds amongst 5 people. Must take no more bread but save our flour for soup. Proceeded down the River. These people behave very kind to me, I believe there is but two pair of Breeches in the company, one belonging to Mr. Tilling and the other to myself. The rest wear breechcouts, leggings and hunting shirts, which have never been washed only by the rain since they were made. Our Canoe very leaky. Determined to change her, the first opportunity. Camped at a Buffalo road" (Cresswell, 83-84).

Cresswell, Nicholas. The Journal of Nicholas Cresswell, 1774-1777. New York: L. MacVeagh, The Dial Press, 1924. Print.