Life at Boonesborough
THE return of Daniel Boone and his family in late August of 1775 was the real beginning of permanent settlement in Kentucky. Wandering hunters could be driven off. Land speculators and adventurers might be harassed until they gave up and fled to safety in the settlements. Many of the fainter-hearted settlers could be frightened away, families and all. But there was a grim little remnant of Boones and Callaways, Todds and Harrods, Kentons and Logans, and bearers of other names famous on the frontier who sat stubbornly down to live in that land or be buried in it.
Boone and the others who brought their wives and children and all their pitifully small worldly goods to the wilderness, had given pledges to fortune. They had ventured all they had. There was nothing in the settlements for them to go back to. They had come to make their homes on lands where they meant to end their days.
Daniel Boone brought back with him a party of such settlers, besides twenty adventurous young men from North Carolina. He brought with him also a supply of salt, as well as ammunition, cattle, and dogs. His party traveled together as far as Dick's River, south of the Kentucky. Here they separated. Some went on to Harrodsburg. The rest, thirty in all, led by Daniel Boone, struck north for Boonesborough, where they arrived early in September. In Daniel's own words, they "arrived safe