I’ve been listening to Boone, by Robert Morgan. It’s pretty good. I’m especially enjoying the detailed history of Kentucky, or Kain-tuck-ee, our neighbor-state. (I live in Almost Heaven. The Mountain State. Also known as West Virginia.)
Today (as I write this), I listened to the story of Boone, the Mingo chief Logan, and others while driving through Boone, Logan, and Mingo counties here in West Virginia. Pretty neat. At one point the reader was speaking in detail of Chief Logan (the Mingo) as I drove slowly past a statue of him in Mingo county.
Is that confluence? I think it is.
George Bingham’s “Daniel Boone Escorting Settlers Through the Cumberland Gap.”
It’s a fascinating story, Boone, but maybe a little less interesting (so far) than I expected. Some of that is likely the author’s way of presenting the material and the man –a little slap-dash.
Boone reminds me of my dad, in lots of ways. Maybe that’s just true of all good men, particularly able and gentle men.
Here are some of my favorite Booneisms –saying attributed to the gentle hunter and woodsman.
“I wouldn’t give a tinkers damn for a man who isn’t sometimes afraid. Fear’s the spice that makes it interesting to go ahead.”
“Wisdom comes by facing the wind. Fools let it carry them.”
“Hurry? Why? Don’t you know a man will overrun a heap more than he will overtake?”