Boone, leading a sortie, was shot and he fell with a shattered ankle.

An Indian rushed upon him and was swinging the tomahawk over him when Simon Kenton, giant frontiersman and hero of many daring deeds, rushed forward, shot the Indian, threw Boone across his back, and fought his way desperately to safety.

It was some months ere Boone was his nimble self again.

But though he could not "stand up to the guns," he directed all operations from his cabin.
The next year Boone was ready for new ventures growing from the settlers' needs.

Salt was necessary to preserve meat through the summer.
Accordingly Boone and twenty-seven men went up to the Blue Licks in February, 1778, to replenish their supply by the simple process of boiling the salt water of the Licks till the saline particles adhered to the kettles.