I guess if you look on it with your own eyes you'll believe it." "Of course," said Henry, "and of course I'll go if I can." A trip through the forest and new country to the great salt spring was temptation enough in itself, without the addition of the fields of big bones, and that night in both the Ware and Cotter homes, eloquent boys gave cogent reasons why they should go with the band.
"Father," said Henry, "there isn't much to do here just now, and they'll want me up at Big Bone Lick, helping to boil the salt and a lot of things." Mr.Ware smiled.

Henry, like most boys, seldom showed much zeal for manual labor.

But Henry went on undaunted.
"We won't run any risk.

No Indians are in Kentucky now and, father, I want to go awful bad." Mr.Ware smiled again at the closing avowal, which was so frank.

Just at that moment in another home another boy was saying almost exactly the same things, and another father ventured the same answer that Mr.Ware did, in practically the same words such as these: "Well, my son, as it is to be a good strong company of careful and experienced men who will not let you get into any mischief, you can go along, but be sure that you make yourself useful." The party was to number a dozen, all skilled foresters, and they were to lead twenty horses, all carrying huge pack saddles for the utensils and the invaluable salt.