What became of him is not recorded.
The three others, Crockett, Robinson, and Rich, continued their journey.

Their route led them through a very fertile and beautiful region, called Jones's Valley.

Several emigrants had penetrated and reared their log huts upon its rich and blooming meadows.
When they reached the spot where the capital of the State now stands, with its spacious streets, its public edifices, its halls of learning, its churches, and its refined and cultivated society, they found only the silence, solitude, and gloom of the wilderness.

With their hatchets they constructed a rude camp to shelter them from the night air and the heavy dew.

It was open in front.