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The Indians had watched the march of the foe, and, with their wives and little ones, had retired to regions where the famishing army could not follow them. The Camp and the Cabin. Deplorable Condition of the Army. Its wanderings. Crockett's Benevolence. Cruel Treatment of the Indians. A Gleam of Good Luck. The Joyful Feast. Crockett's Trade with the Indian. Visit to the Old Battlefield.
They came upon a trail leading through the tall, thick grass. Crockett's practised eye saw at once that it was not a trail made by human foot-steps, but the narrow path along which deer strolled and turkeys hobbled in their movement across the field from forest to forest. Following this trail, they soon came to a creek of sluggish water.
At the mouth of Mulberry Creek the adventurous emigrant found his promised land. It was indeed a beautiful region. The sun shines upon none more so. The scenery, which, however, probably had but few attractions for David Crockett's uncultivated eye, was charming. The soil was fertile. The streams abounded with fish and waterfowl; and prairie and forest were stocked with game.
The light was so faint that Ned could scarcely see Crockett's face, but it looked very tense and eager. "Get up, Ned! Get up!" said Crockett, shaking him again. "There's great work for you to do!" "Why, what is it?" exclaimed the boy, springing to his feet. "It's your friends, Roylston, an' that man, the Panther, you've been tellin' me about," replied Crockett in quick tones.
Then Laddie came, fresh from a tubbing, starched linen, dressed in his new riding suit, and wearing top hat and gauntlets. He looked the very handsomest I ever had seen him; and at the same time, he seemed trembling with tenderness, and bursting with power. Goodness sake! I bet the Princess took one good look and "came down" like Davy Crockett's coon.
Davy Crockett knelt near him on the parapet, and ran his hand lovingly along the barrel of Betsy, as one strokes the head of a child. "Do you want some more rifles, Davy?" asked Bowie. "Jest about a half dozen," replied Crockett. "I think I can use that many before they clear out." Six of the long-barreled Texan rifles were laid at Crockett's feet. Ned watched with absorbed interest.
The swift motion, the sense of success in a sudden maneuver, thrilled Ned. He shouted at the cattle as he would have done when he was a small boy. They were near the gate when he heard an ominous sound by his side. It was the cocking of Davy Crockett's rifle, and when he looked around he saw that Old Betsy was leveled, and that the sure eye of the Tennessean was looking down the sights.
The Mexicans recoiled once more and then Crockett's party made good the gate. "All here!" cried Crockett, as those inside held up torches. He ran over the list rapidly himself and counted them all, but his face fell when he saw his young friend the Bee-Hunter stagger. Crockett caught him in his arms and bore him into the hospital. He and Ned watched by his side until he died, which was very soon.
Melville's The Thackeray Country. Kitton's The Dickens Country. Sloan's The Carlyle Country. Dougall's The Burns Country. Crockett's The Scott Country. Hill's Jane Austen: Her Homes and Her Friends. Cook's Homes and Haunts of John Ruskin. Eliot, The Brontë Country, Thackeray Land, The Thames from Oxford to the Nore. Hutton's Literary Landmarks of Edinburgh.
David also and his young bride left, during the day, for his father's cabin. As the families of the nuptial party both belonged to the aristocracy of the region, quite a splendid marriage reception was held at John Crockett's. There were feasting and dancing; and "Black Betty received many a cordial kiss. The bridegroom's heart was full of exultant joy.
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