By God, sir, I am sick of my cushioned life.

This is what I have been longing for in my soul since I was born...." That night I spent making ready.

I took no servant, and in my saddle-bags was stored the little I needed.

Of powder and shot I had plenty, and my two pistols and my hunting musket.

I gave Faulkner instructions, and wrote a letter to my uncle to be sent if I did not return.