I'll not say it's an easy part.

You'll find plenty to cry you down, and there will be hard knocks going; but by your face I judge you're not afraid of that.

Let me tell you this land is on the edge of hell, and there's sore need for stout men.
They'll declare in this town that there's no Indians on this side the mountains that would dare to lift a tomahawk.

Little they ken!" In his eagerness he had gripped my arm, and his dark, lean face was thrust close to mine.
"I was with Bacon in '76, in the fray with the Susquehannocks.

I speak the Indian tongues, and there's few alive that ken the tribes like me.
The folk here live snug in the Tidewater, which is maybe a hundred miles wide from the sea, but of the West they ken nothing.