An Answered Prayer on the Borderland

Jadon Gibson

Rufus Branson built a rude cabin for his young family not far from Boonesborough in the late 1770’s. It sat a little ways back from the Kentucky River, nestled in a little valley with cliffs jutting up in front and in the back.

Branson was able to maintain a friendship with the Indians for several years. The native Americans learned that he could be trusted, resulting in Branson and his wife feeling secure in an insecure environment. When Indians came by his home, Branson offered them food from the larder where it was stored.

Late one afternoon a noticeably intoxicated Indian arrived at their cabin.

“Fire water,” he said. “Want fire water.”

Branson had none but the tall Indian didn’t accept his reply and became irate.

“Give me whiskey or I kill all of you,” he declared.

Branson believed the brave may attempt to harm them so he cautiously watched the young brave as his wife nestled their daughter in her arms in the corner of the cabin.

Suddenly the Indian drew back his tomahawk to strike Branson who proceeded to hit him with his fist, knocking the Indian to the dirt floor of the cabin. After Branson took the Indian’s tomahawk he bound him to prevent any further hazard.

Soon the Indian regained his consciousness and struggled for several minutes to get free before sinking into a drunken stupor.

Early the following morning Branson removed the leather bindings from the Indian before he awoke. He was in a puzzled state upon awakening and soon grabbed his belongings, exited the cabin and vanished into the nearby timber.

“That’s one Indian we must dread,” he said to his wife. “Especially if he has whiskey.”

The summer came and went without seeing the Indian again. Following a hunt in the fall Branson thought he saw an Indian lurking in the bushes. When he paused for a closer look the figure was gone. He decided he needed to caution his wife again to remain alert during his absence.

“Darlin’, I noticed bear tracks nearby,” he said. “You had best stay close to the cabin and remain alert while I’m gone.”

Rufus was less than direct but he knew it would have the desired result. Not long thereafter Rufus heard his dogs yelping in the timber near the river and he could tell by their bark that something had spooked them. He grabbed his rifle and headed in the direction of the barking.

He soon saw fresh bear tracks and could hear the dogs were in pursuit down the river. After several miles he caught up with the bear and dropped it with one shot. He tied the meat to a tree, out of the reach of cat or wolf, and headed back to his cabin to get his horse. He would return for his catch.

As he neared his cabin he heard an alarming scream and he was immediately concerned for his wife who was shrieking at the top of her voice. He was also concerned for their child.

He remained hushed as he hastened toward the noise in order to catch any intruding man or animal by surprise. When the cabin came into view he saw his wife with outstretched arms peering upward on the mountain.

“My baby,” she yelled. “Don’t take my baby girl.”

Branson looked toward the mountain and saw an Indian climbing toward the top, a bundle in his arms. It appeared to be the Indian who had came to their cabin drunk but that didn’t matter now. It only mattered that their daughter was being stolen.

“God help me,” he whispered as he aimed and shot at his target.

The Indian yelped and stared back toward the cabin. He had been grazed but not hurt so he continued climbing the mountain. He knew he would be out of sight before Branson could reload.

“Missed by just a coupla’ inches,” someone said from nearby as they loaded a double round of powder into their “five foot, three inch” flintlock rifle. It surprised the distressed Branson who didn’t know anyone else had arrived at the time.

The stranger already had his left foot planted and was drawing a bead on the Indian.

“For God’s sake, man, be careful,” Branson begged. “That’s our little girl.”

“Jesus, dear Jesus,” the child’s mother was praying aloud. “Return her safely, dear Jesus.”

Two sharp clicks of the rifle’s drawing hammer signaled the critical moment that would follow.

The Indian had looked back and saw that another marksman was taking aim so he held the little girl in front of his chest as a shield.

The report of the rifle startled Branson even though he had expected it. When the white smoke drifted away and their vision cleared, the Bransons could see that the Indian had let loose of their daughter. The Indian reeled about and fell onto a rock.

Branson ran to his daughter with the mother not far behind. She was safe and sound.

“Who are you,” Branson’s wife asked the stranger. “We want to mingle your name in our prayers.”

“Dan’l Boone,” came his reply. “And thanks, I can use your prayers.”

With that Daniel Boone was gone.

Daniel Boone’s family Bible is on display at the Frazier Historical Arms Museum in Louisville. Copyright Jadon Gibson

Editor’s note: Gibson is a freelance writer from Harrogate, TN. His writings are both historical and nostalgic in nature and can be read periodically at bereaonline.com. Don’t miss a single posting!

A voice for God – a voice for good

My good Lord in Heaven has been so good to me. We’ve all heard the saying, “if you don’t use it you’ll lose it.” My wife Chris and I started walking regularly in area parks when we moved back here in 1985. The following year my mother bought a home nearby and she often walked with us. Mom went on to be with our Lord in 2001 at age 85. She had several health problems in her last few years and she couldn’t get out and about like before.

Some of our walking trails have fairly steep inclines in places. We complete them quite easily if our minds are distracted. Early on we had a couple ways to make it easier. We counted walkers we met along the trail. I got a point for the males and Chris the females. Occasionally we would have to ask if a baby was a boy or a girl so we could add them to our total.

At other times we counted animals, always trying to get at least six during Daylight Savings Time with that amount decreasing to five during the remainder of the year. We would almost always get a bird, squirrel, fish and often a dog as many people walk their dogs. On our walks we also counted deer, snakes, lizard, frogs, field mice, moles and an occasional cat. Once we saw a baby skunk that appeared ill. Naturally no one should ever get near a skunk, bat or any nocturnal animal when seen during the day or at any time for that matter as they may be rabid.\

My back was badly sprained a few years ago and Dr. George Day suggested we take up running, bike riding or swimming. In about the year 2000 I decided to run some of the distance we were covering each day. The first day I did spurts of 100 steps periodically. Keep in mind I was 60 years old and hadn’t run at all for many years. I kept track of it, increasing the amount regularly until we were running the whole time. Oh yes, Chris had increased her jogging by that time and we were running together.

I knew it would be easier if we had an incentive so we established a goal. The first year was to jog to Kansas City. We picked that destination as it was the approximate distance we thought we could accomplish. All of our jogging was done locally, keeping track of how much we jogged each day and we maintained a total for the year. I can’t remember exactly but we arrived in Kansas City on or about December 6. We continued running and applied what we ran to our goal the following year.

Each year we had a longer destination such as Dodge City, Denver and eventually Los Angeles. There were other destinations and we accomplished our goal each year.

The year we ran to LA was also accomplished early thus getting our feet wet in the Pacific by year’s end, figuratively that is.

Our good Lord in Heaven has been so good to me. I had a gimpy back for a while and it was so painful I prayed to overcome it. God led me to an exercise regimen in our national, state and city parks. That allowed us to interact with others and to witness His wonderful creations.

Thank you Lord for all you do for me. Ease the pain of others abiding in Your Faith.

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