86-117; the author had received from Kenton, and other pioneers, when very old, the tales of their adventures as young men.

McClung's volume contains very valuable incidental information about the customs of life among the borderers,] and about Indian warfare; but he is a very inaccurate and untrustworthy writer; he could not even copy a printed narrative correctly (see his account of Slover's and McKnight's adventures), and his tales about Kenton must be accepted rather as showing the adventures incident to the life of a peculiarly daring Indian fighter than as being specifically and chronologically correct in Kenton's individual case.
Once, in a fight outside the stockade at Boonsborough, he saved the life of his leader by shooting an Indian who was on the point of tomahawking him.

Boon was a man of few words, cold and grave, accustomed to every kind of risk and hairbreadth escape, and as little apt to praise the deeds of others as he was to mention his own; but on this occasion he broke through his usual taciturnity to express his thanks for Kenton's help and his admiration for Kenton himself.
Kenton went with his captain on the expedition to the Scioto.

Pushing ahead of the rest, he was attracted by the sound of laughter in a canebrake.

Hiding himself, he soon saw two Indians approach, both riding on one small pony, and chatting and laughing together in great good-humor.