On the Banks of the Clearfork of the Mohican


...Set him in the midst of boundless forest, a thousand miles from an inhabitant, he is by no means at a loss, nor in the smallest degree dismayed. With his rifle he procures his subsistence; with his tomahawk he erects his shelter...he drinks at the crystal spring, or the nearest brook; his wants are easily supplied, he is contented, he is happy.

-J.F.D. Smyth, A Tour of the United States of America,early 1770's