The game which Crockett had taken, and upon which they had feasted so abundantly, if divided among twelve hundred men, would not have afforded a mouthful apiece.
The army was in the most deplorable condition of weakness and hunger.
Ere long they reached the Coosa, and followed up its eastern bank.
About twenty miles above the spot where they struck the river there was a small military post, called Fort Decatur.

They hoped to find some food there.

And yet, in that remote, almost inaccessible station, they could hardly expect to meet with anything like a supply for twelve hundred half-famished men.
Upon reaching the river, Crockett took a canoe and paddled across.

On the other shore he found an Indian.

Instead of shooting him, he much more sensibly entered into relations of friendly trade with the savage.
The Indian had a little household in his solitary wigwam, and a small quantity of corn in store.