A few three-legged stools supplied the place of chairs.
Some wooden pins, driven into holes bored in the logs, supported shelves.

A bedstead was framed by a network of poles in one corner.
Such was the home which David and his kind father reared in a few days.
It will be perceived that it was but little in advance of the wigwam of the Indian.

Still it afforded a comfortable shelter for men, women, and children who had no aspirations above a mere animal life; who thought only of warmth, food, and clothing; who had no conception of intellectual, moral, or religious cravings.
The kind-hearted father-in-law, who had accompanied his children on foot upon this long journey, that he might see them settled in their own home, now bade them adieu, and retraced the forest trails back to his own far-distant cabin.

A man who could develop, unostentatiously, such generosity and such self-sacrifice, must have possessed some rare virtues.

We regret our inability to record the name of one who thus commands our esteem and affection.
In this humble home, David Crockett and his family resided two years.
He appears to have taken very little interest in the improvement of his homestead.