Daniel Boone

Cincinnatus (to Clover after he spills flour): Your bein' sorry ain't gonna put this flour back on my shelf.

Cincinnatus: There ain't gunpowder enough left to singe a sparrow.

Yadkin: Sounds like our friend Clover's causin' more sport than abolishin' ignorance.

Clover: We should get about three dozen goose quill pens off him. Israel: Not off Hannibal you won't.

Clover (about the Shawnee): I'd like to talk to them. Daniel: I wouldn't recommend it.

Yadkin (about Cincinnatus): You better watch him, Saugus. With his ways he'll skin you alive.

Daniel: Here's your saltpeter, Mr. Clover. Clover: Thank you, Mr. Boone. I hope it works. Daniel: So do we.