In 1782, in the second of these enterprises, his cousin, Joseph Rogers, who had been taken prisoner and adopted by the Indians and then wore Indian garb, was shot down by one of Clark's men.

On this expedition Boone and Harrod are said to have accompanied Clark.
The ever present terror and horror of those days, especially of the two years preceding this expedition, are vividly suggested by the quaint remark of an old woman who had lived through them, as recorded for us by a traveler.

The most beautiful sight she had seen in Kentucky, she said, was a young man dying a natural death in his bed.

Dead but unmarred by hatchet or scalping knife, he was so rare and comely a picture that the women of the post sat up all night looking at him.
But, we ask, what golden emoluments were showered by a grateful country on the men who thus held the land through those years of want and war, and saved an empire for the Union?
What practical recognition was there of these brave and unselfish men who daily risked their lives and faced the stealth and cruelty lurking in the wilderness ways?
There is meager eloquence in the records.

Here, for instance, is a letter from George Rogers Clark to the Governor of Virginia, dated May 27, 1783: "Sir.