I kin tell you about the only redskin I ever let off.

Three years ago I was takin' a fall hunt over on the Big Sandy, and I run into a party of Shawnees.

I plugged a chief and started to run.

There was some good runners and I couldn't shake 'em in the open country.

Comin' to the Ohio I jumped in and swum across, keepin' my rifle and powder dry by holdin' 'em up.