. The Big Sandy Valley. A history of the people and country from the earliest settlement to the present time. eat before coming to acountry where it was believed the savages would betroublesome. GATHERING SALT I had never before seen a salt lick, and was muchsurprised because it was not so greatly different fromother places. The earth had been trodden smooth andhard by the countless number of animals that had cometo lick up the salt from the ground. There were many,many small springs of salt water which, wasted by thesun, had left a white powder all around, nothing morenor less than salt, for
. The Big Sandy Valley. A history of the people and country from the earliest settlement to the present time. eat before coming to acountry where it was believed the savages would betroublesome. GATHERING SALT I had never before seen a salt lick, and was muchsurprised because it was not so greatly different fromother places. The earth had been trodden smooth andhard by the countless number of animals that had cometo lick up the salt from the ground. There were many,many small springs of salt water which, wasted by thesun, had left a white powder all around, nothing morenor less than salt, for which we so often hungered, orpaid a large price. In order to get one bushel of thepowder it was necessary to boil down eight hundredgallons of the water. From every point through the cane and blue-grass GATHERING SALT SI plains were paths worn by the buffaloes, elks, deer, orbears, as they came for the salt, and here the huntersexpected to get as much meat as would be needed, untilwe arrived at the fort. Jemima and I saw wild turkeys so fat that, whenthey dropped from a tree on being killed, their skins. would burst. We ate their flesh until I hoped I mightnever see such a bird again, although many a time sincewe have been shut up here at Boonesborough, I havewished that we could have on the spit in our cabin justone of those plump turkeys as a change from journeycake and dried deer meat. From Flat Lick on toward Boonesborough we crosseda dozen or more creeks, and were forced to run many amile while keeping the cattle together; but we did not 52 HANNAH OF KENTUCKY mind so long as our fathers did not find Indian signssuch as would bring us to a halt. When we came to the headwaters of the Dix River,those who had joined us at Powells Valley struck off ona trace leading to a fort that had been built quite a dis-tance from Boonesborough, by Mr. James Harrod. Wewere saddened at parting company with these people,but we were looking forward to our new home, which waspictured in our mi
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