7/86 Crafty, tireless and implacable, Wetzel was incomparable in his vocation. He had a rare scalp, one for which the Indians would have bartered anything. It had often happened that men from the settlements who had gone out for a turkey which had been gobbling, had not returned. On the east side of the creek hill there was a cavern some fifty or sixty yards above the water. The entrance to this cavern was concealed by vines and foliage. |