ted. Mother, the girls, and the little children rode in the wagon.
Father and the boys took turns riding the horses. Sometimes all of the
Boones walked so that the horses could rest. Father and the boys had
guns to kill birds and small animals for food along the way.

The Boones traveled across Pennsylvania. On and on they went toward the
new country. Daniel caught many rabbits, which his mother stewed. Once
he shot a small black bear. Another time he killed a deer. This gave
the Boones food for several days.

At last the family came to the rolling, green Yadkin Valley in North
Carolina. There were a few houses there already, but it was much wilder
than in Pennsylvania.

Father Boone said, "This is good farming land. We will stop here."

Daniel looked all about him. There was level land close by. There were
woods not far away. And there were mountains in the west. Daniel knew
the hunting would be good.

"I like this place," he said. "There's plenty of room here."

Father Boone and the boys jumped off the horses. Mother Boone and the
girls climbed down from the wagon. They fed the horses and the cow.
They made a campfire. Father and the boys cut down trees and started to
build a log house. Soon the Boones had a new home in the new land.

The years went by. Daniel grew taller. His shoulders became wider. He
was fair-haired and blue-eyed, lean and rugged. He hunted in the woods
of the Yadkin Valley. He often brought home deer and bear. The Boones'
neighbors said that Daniel was the best shot for miles around. Daniel
Boone had grown up.

A Knock at the Door

When Daniel Boone was a young man, there was war between England and
France. England sent troops to fight against the French in America. The
French claimed the land west of the mountains. The English claimed the
same land. The Indians sided with the French.

Daniel Boone drove a supply wagon for the English and the Americans. He
made friends with another young wagoner named John Finley. Finley had
been to the land southwest of the mountains. Each night he and Boone
sat by the campfire and talked.

"I've been deep in the wilderness they call Kentucky," Finley told
Boone. "It is a wonderful place. The forests go on and on and on. There
are thousands of buffalo in Kentucky. There are deer, bear and small
animals, too. It is a great land for hunters."

"I want to go there," Daniel said.

"There are Indians in the wilderness," Finley told Daniel. "They