The familiar name of the bottle was "Black Betty." One of the witticisms ever prominent on the occasion was, "Where is Black Betty?
I want to kiss her sweet lips." At some splendid weddings, where the larder was abundantly stored with game, this feasting and dancing was continued for several days.
Such, in the main, was the wedding of David Crockett with the Irishman's daughter.

In the morning the company dispersed.

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.