pen at the neck, the sleeves coming to the elbow. A cloak of
vivid scarlet, gathered in simple folds at neck, and falling to the
ankles. Both dress and cloak may be made of cambric, using the unglazed
side. Tan stockings. Moccasins. The latter may be made of cotton khaki,
and beaded.

DANIEL BOONE: PATRIOT

CHARACTERS

DANIEL BOONE, a pioneer.
ROGER KENTON, a lad
ALLAN RIGDON, another
BLAIZE PRITCHARD, a trapper
EDWARD BRYAN
JAMES COLBY
BLACK FISH, an Indian Chief
HAWK EYE, a young Indian Brave
EAGLE'S FEATHER, another
Other Pioneers, Trappers, Indians

(Note: The events comprised in this play cover a longer period of time
than is suggested here.)

SCENE: An open woodland. Place, the Blue Lick Springs, Kentucky, 1778.
Trees right, left, and background. A slightly worn path leads to
background where the salt springs are supposed to be. Tall poles with
skins on them. A large kettle swings over the fire in right foreground.
Near it are other kettles, iron saucepans, and sacks for salt. In
center background a hollow tree with swinging moss covering its
opening. A fallen log near the kettles serves as a seat.

The play begins by young Allan Rigdon coming out of woods, left, with a
few fagots which he feeds to the fire, bending over it, and looking in
the kettle. James Colby comes by the half-worn path from background,
carrying a bucket of water.

COLBY
(calling).
How comes the salt, Rigdon? If 'twere not that these licks give it in
such abundance, 'twould try a lad's patience sorely. 'Tis like a girl's
work--tending kettles! And hardly a man's work--carrying water from a
spring. (Puts down pail of water.) 'Faith, my arms are stiff, and my
fingers also! If an Indian sprang at me from a thicket I could not so
much as cock my gun! What shall I do next? Carry more water? The rest
are still drawing it--_more_ girl's work, if you'll leave me call it
so! (As a slight sound is heard at left.) Heaven's mercy! What's that?
(Seizes gun.) Is it Indians?

BOONE
(quietly approaching from left).
And if it were, would your work be only _girl's_ work, Colby? It shows
you but a foolish lad to speak of it thus lightly. With all
Boonesborough in need of salt, with our cattle and horses
half-perishing for the want of it, with the way that lies to the licks
a very wilderness road for danger, 'twould hardly be called girl's work
to tend these kettles--brave as our frontier women are. 'Tis _men's_
work, Colby, although you be