She's a good hundred, colonel, an' two or three yars more to boot, I reckon, but as spry as a kitten.

Full o' tales o' the early days an' the wild beasts an' the Injuns.

She says you couldn't make up any story of them times that ain't beat by the truth.

When she come up the Wilderness Road from Virginia in the Revolution she was already a young woman.

She's knowed Dan'l Boone and Simon Kenton an' all them gran' old fellers.