tands the private dwelling of a gentleman of
fortune. But where are they who once inhabited it? Those hoary headed
veterans--those middle aged men--or those fiery and impetuous youths
ever ready for either love or war? Where are they now? Gone! Passed away
like moving shadows that leave no trace behind. Gone out, one by one, as
lights in the late deserted hall of revelry, or stars at the dawn of
day. But very few--and these mere striplings then--now remain to tell
the tale; of whom it may with truth be said, "The places which know them
now shall soon know them no more forever."

Reader, a word or two more and we have done; and in your hands we leave
the decision, as to whether our task has been faithfully fulfilled or
not.

Shortly after their marriage, Algernon and Ella bade farewell to their
friends in the west, and returned to the east, where a long and happy
career awaited them; and where they lived to recount to their children
and grand-children, the thrilling narratives of their captivity, and
their wild and romantic adventures while pioneers on the borders of
Kentucky.

Isaac returned to the farm of his father--rebuilt the cottage destroyed
by the Indians--and there, with his dear Peggy, lived happily to a green
old age, beloved and respected by all who knew him; and there his
posterity still continue to multiply the name of Younker. With him the
good dame, his mother, sojourned for several years, as industrious and
talkative as ever; and at last passed quietly from among the living,
even while in the act of making a sublime quotation on the subject of
dying from her favorite, the immortal Preacher Allprayer.

Boone continued a resident of Kentucky, until he fancied it too populous
for his comfort; when he removed with his family to Missouri; where he
spent much of his time in fishing and hunting, and where he finally died
at an advanced age. From thence his remains were conveyed to Frankfort,
the capital of Kentucky, where they now repose; and where a rough slab,
with a few half intelligible characters thereon, points out to the
curious stranger the last earthly resting place of the noblest, the most
daring, and famous hunter and pioneer the world has ever produced.

The fate of little Rosetta Millbanks, the captive, is unknown.

Girty, notwithstanding his outrageous crimes against humanity, continued
to live among the Indians for a great number of years, the inveterate
and barbarous foe of his race. In th