Ohio History Journal

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It will be recollected by students of history that in the year

1778, during the Revolution, Daniel Boone, with twenty-seven

others was taken prisoner in Kentucky and brought to Old

Town, or Old Chillicothe, as the Shawanese called it. Through

the influence of Hamilton, the British Governor, Boone with ten

of his party was taken to Detroit, while the remaining seventeen

prisoners were left with their savage captors. Among the latter

number was a man whose name is supposed to have been Darnell.

Brave as a lion and cunning as a fox, he resolved to try and effect

his escape. One night, how it is not for us to say, he found

himself in a wood northwest of Clifton. Beneath the branches

of a monarch of the forest, he paused to recruit his strength when

daylight suddenly burst upon him. Not seeming to comprehend

his dangerous situation, he did not move, but coolly took a piece

of pemmican from his pouch and began to devour it. He was

not unarmed, for he had stolen his rifle and hunting accoutre-

ments from his captors.

The pemmican had scarcely been devoured when the noise

occasioned by the breaking of a twig assailed his ears. His

backwoods learning at once told him that a human foot had

broken the twig, and in an instant he was on his feet. Turning

and looking in the direction of the noise he saw several Indians

hid behind the trees. He knew they were Shawanese and there-

fore his bitterest enemies. What should he do? The redskins

were in his very path and to attempt to get beyond them was to

court death by their tomahawks or the terrible stake. Flight

seemed the only alternative - flight in a direction directly oppo-

site to the course he had marked out. The savages remained be-

hind the trees intensely watching the white man's movements.

They could have brought him down with a bullet, but such was

not their intention. They wanted him to die by fire in their

village. For a minute he surveyed his perilous position and then