Later on
in the war his second son, Israel, suffered a like fate. The toll
of life among the settlers was heavy. Many of the best-known
border leaders were slain. Food and powder often ran short. Corn
might be planted, but whether it would be harvested or not the
planters never knew; and the hunter's rifle shot, necessary
though it was, proved only too often an invitation to the lurking
foe. But sometimes, through all the dangers of forest and trail,
Daniel Boone slipped away silently to Harrodsburg to confer with
Clark; or Clark himself, in the Indian guise that suited the wild
man in him not ill, made his way to and from the garrisons which
looked to him for everything.
Twice Clark gathered together the "guns" of Kentucky and,
marching north into the enemy's country, swept down upon the
Indian towns of Piqua and Chillicothe and razed them. In 1782, in
the second of these enterprises, his cousin, Joseph Rogers, who
had been taken prisoner and adopted by the Indians and then wore
Indian garb, was shot down by one of Clark's men. On this
expedition Boone and Harrod are said to have accompanied Clark.
The ever present terror and horror of those days, especially of
the two years preceding this expedition, are vividly suggested by
the quaint remark of an old woman who had lived through them, as
recorded for us by a traveler.
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