As soon as I reached the farm house, where I stopped at an early hour, I went down to the creek, and bathed in its refreshing current.
This, with a night's repose, perfectly restored me.

The next day I crossed Grand River, and went to the vicinity of Old mines, when a sudden storm compelled me to take shelter at the first house, where I passed my second night.

In this distance I visited the mining station of John Smith T.at his place of Shibboleth.

Smith was a bold and indomitable man, originally from Tennessee, who possessed a marked individuality of character, and being a great shot with pistol and rifle, had put the country in dread of him.
After crossing Big or Grand River, I was fairly within the mine country, and new objects began to attract my attention on every hand.

The third day, at an early hour, I reached Potosi, and took up my residence at Mr.
W.Ficklin's, a most worthy and estimable Kentuckian, who had a fund of adventurous lore of forest life to tell, having, in early life, been a spy and a hunter "on the dark and bloody ground." With him I was soon at home, and to him I owe much of my early knowledge of wood-craft.