At night a watch had to be kept for Indians.

It was only here and there that the beasts got good grazing.

Sometimes the horses had their saddles turned while struggling through the woods.

But the great difficulty came in crossing the creeks, where the banks were rotten, the bottom bad, or the water deep; then the horses would get mired down and wet their packs, or they would have to be swum across while their loads were ferried over on logs.

One day, in going along a creek, they had to cross it no less than fifty times, by "very bad foards." On the seventh of April they were met by Boon's runner, bearing tidings of the loss occasioned by the Indians; and from that time on they met parties of would-be settlers, who, panic-struck by the sudden forays, were fleeing from the country.