es, and in transporting the sick man to this humble house
of refuge. Here Crockett was left to await the result of his sickness,
unaided by any medical skill. Fortunately he fell into the hands of a
family who treated him with the utmost kindness. For a fortnight he was
in delirium, and knew nothing of what was transpiring around him.

Crockett was a very amiable man. Even the delirium of disease developed
itself in kindly words and grateful feelings. He always won the love of
those around him. He did not miss delicacies and luxuries of which he
had never known anything. Coarse as he was when measured by the
standard of a higher civilization, he was not coarse at all in the
estimation of the society in the midst of which he moved. In this
humble cabin of Jesse Jones, with all its aspect of penury, Crockett
was nursed with brotherly and sisterly kindness, and had every
alleviation in his sickness which his nature craved.

The visitor to Versailles is shown the magnificent apartment, and the
regal couch, with its gorgeous hangings, upon which Louis XIV., the
proudest and most pampered man on earth, languished and died. Crockett,
on his pallet in the log cabin, with unglazed window and earthern
floor, was a far less unhappy man, than the dying monarch surrounded
with regal splendors.

At the end of a fortnight the patient began slowly to mend. His
emaciation was extreme, and his recovery very gradual. After a few
weeks he was able to travel. He was then on a route where wagons passed
over a rough road, teaming the articles needed in a new country.
Crockett hired a wagoner to give him a seat in his wagon and to convey
him to the wagoner's house, which was about twenty miles distant.
Gaining strength by the way, when he arrived there he hired a horse of
the wagoner, and set out for home.

Great was the astonishment of his family upon his arrival, for they had
given him up as dead. The neighbors who set out on this journey with
him had returned and so reported; for they had been misinformed. They
told Mrs. Crockett that they had seen those who were with him when he
died, and had assisted in burying him.

Still the love of change had not been dispelled from the bosom of
Crockett. He did not like the place where he resided. After spending a
few months at home, he set out, in the autumn, upon another exploring
tour. Our National Government had recently purchased, of the Chickasaw
Indians, a large extent of territory in Sout