In 1705 or 1706, Joe English, a renowned hunter, was camping on the riverbank after a day’s hunt. He had with him two long guns loaded with three balls each. He had placed the guns inside a hollow of a tree to protect them from dampness during the night.
Joe discovered three men were stalking him in the darkness and he began running up the hill to get away from them. When he got near the top, he slackened his pace to allow the pursuers to get closer. As he got to the edge of the cliff, Joe dodged behind a “jutting rock and waited with breathless anxiety.” In another moment, “with a screech,” their dark forms “were rolling down that fearful declivity, to be left at the base for the hungry wolves.”