Other deeds and duties
In 1783 Boone moves to Marble Creek and meets John Filson. Filson publishes The Adventures of Col. Daniel Boone in 1784. Daniel moves his family to Limestone on the Ohio river in 1785. Daniel at last decides to leave Kentucky and in 1788 he moves to Point Pleasant, Virgina and in 1791 he serves in Virgina legislature. Boone again relocates, this time to present day Charleston, West Virgina in 1792. In 1795 Boone returns to Kentucky with Rebecca and lives in his son Daniel Morgan's cabin. In 1798, his son Daniel Morgan returns from Missouri with news that Lieutenant Governor Trudeau has invited Boone to live there in Spanish Territory. Boone takes up the offer and moves there in 1799. In 1803 the United States organizes the Louisiana Purchase. Boone learns in 1806 that the American government might not recognize his land claims in Missouri because he got it from the Spanish and so in 1809 Daniel petitions Congress for the recovery of his land claims. At the ripe old age of 75 Daniel goes on a expedition from Missouri all the way to Yellowstone and back. Daniel's wife Rebecca Boone dies in 1813 and one year later Boone finally receives one thousand acres of land from the U.S. in Missouri but has to sell most of it to pay of past debt.
Death of the pioneering hero
Daniel spent a few years in St. Charles, Missouri at his son Nathaniel's house until dying there on September 26 1820.
Tis true he shrank from men even of his nation,
When they built up unto his darling trees,--
He moved some hundred miles off, for a station
Where there were fewer houses and more ease;
The inconvenience of civilisation
Is, that you neither can be pleased nor please
Lord Byron wrote these lines about Boone in his poem Don Juan which was finished in 1824.
Tis true he shrank from men even of his nation,
When they built up unto his darling trees,--
He moved some hundred miles off, for a station
Where there were fewer houses and more ease;
The inconvenience of civilisation
Is, that you neither can be pleased nor please
Lord Byron wrote these lines about Boone in his poem Don Juan which was finished in 1824.