The escape of David from very serious injuries seemed almost miraculous.

But our little barbarian leaped from the ruins unscathed.

It does not appear that he had ever cherished any conception whatever of an overruling Providence.
Probably, a religious thought had never entered his mind.

A colt running by the side of the horses could not have been more insensible to every idea of death, and responsibility at God's bar, than was David Crockett.

And he can be hardly blamed for this.