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successfully upon himself. He was on a great buffalo trail, 
leading to the Blue Licks. He had been hunting for several 
days with great success, and this time had seen no Indian 
sign, and was not aware that any had come down. He had 
wounded a large bull that had left the herd, and stood at bay 
several miles distant, in a thick wood; Harrod was obliged 
to approach it with great precaution, for the animal was 
now very dangerous, as is always the case when it is badly 
wounded. 
He had gained his position, and: when in the very act of 
firing, caught glimpse of a warrior taking aim at him from 
behind a tree. He fired, for it was too late to help that, but 
in the same instant dropped as if killed. The warrior fired, 
of course, and his ball made a hole through the wolf-skin cap 
of Harrod as hefell. He laid perfectly still, while the Indian, 
after stopping to load his rifle, as they always do before leaving 
cover, now approached him to get his scalp, but did so with 
characteristic wariness, leaping from tree to tree; he came 
near, and seeing that the body lay perfectly still, sprang for- 
ward, scalping-knife in hand, but as he stooped to grasp the 
scalp-lock, quick as lightning the long and powerful arms of 
Harrod were clasped about his neck, and with the sudden 
throe of a \aking panther, the warrior was crushed in his 
herculean hug, and writhed helpless on the ground beneath 
him. 
There is yet another anecdote of his individual prowess, 
witk something of the same character as those given above, 
which, although a household story in Kentucky, is not so 
well known elsewhere. 
The Shawanees had made several attacks upon Boone’s 
station, against which settlement they had always expressed 
the bitterest animosity, on account, no doubt, of its having 
been the first white settlement held in the country. Boone 
was absent at the Licks, with a great part of the men of the 
station, making salt; the prowling parties of Indians had 
