John S.c. Abbott

David Crockett His Life and Adventures John S.c. Abbott

A LITTLE more than a hundred years ago, a poor man, by the name of Crockett, embarked on board an emigrant-ship, in Ireland, for the New World. He was in the humblest station in life. However, very little is known respecting his uneventful career, excepting its tragical close. His family consisted of a wife and three or four children. Just before, he sailed, or on the Atlantic passage, a son was born, to whom he gave the name of John. The family probably landed in Philadelphia, and dwelt somewhere in Pennsylvania, for a year or two, in one of those slab shanties, with which all are familiar as the abodes of the poorest class of Irish emigrants. After a year or two, Crockett, with his little family, crossed the almost pathless Alleghenies. Father, mother, and children trudged along through the rugged defiles and over the rocky cliffs, on foot. Probably a single packhorse conveyed their few household goods. The hatchet and the rifle were the only means of obtaining food, shelter, and even clothing. With the hatchet, in an hour or two, a comfortable camp could be constructed, which would protect them from wind and rain. The campfire, cheering the darkness of the night, drying their often-wet garments, and warming their chilled limbs with its genial glow, enabled them to enjoy that almost greatest of earthly luxuries, peaceful sleep. The rifle supplied them with food. The fattest of turkeys and the tenderest steaks of venison, roasted upon forked sticks, which they held in their hands over the coals, feasted their voracious appetites. This, to them, was almost sumptuous food. The skin of the deer, by a rapid and simple process of tanning, supplied them with moccasins, and afforded material for the repair of their tattered garments.