Young Daniel Boone's "school" was a strange one. Instead of studying reading, writing and arithmetic, he studied tracking, sounds, signs, directions, throwing, aiming, shooting, the ways of Indians, and many other outdoor things. And instead of sitting at a desk in a schoolroom, he did his studying in the woods and fields. He never learned to read and write very well, but he could blaze a trail through the forest. He could follow this trail without leaving a single telltale footprint that savage Indians might follow. He could hit the bull's-eye every time. He had just the kind of education he needed a hundred years ago in the wilderness of pioneer America. He was the first and greatest of Boy Scouts. And his training would have made him a wonderful Commando.

They were adventuresome lessons. His Indian lessons were the most exciting of all. There was the day when the entire settlement barricaded itself into the fort because a messenger had brought word that the Indians were on the warpath....And the surprising results of Daniel's beating the boys of Indian Town in a tomahawk-throwing contest....

Each adventure was a lesson that taught young Daniel something new—something new about Indians or hunting or woodcraft—something that he would use later when he had become America's most famous woodsman, guide, scout and breaker of trails—trails across the Cumberland Mountains into the dark and bloody ground of Kentucky, on to the Mississippi and beyond. 

From the dust jacket