Indian sagacity was now in great requisition.

The friendly savages led the way through scenes of difficulty and entanglement where, but for their aid, the troops might all have perished.

So great was the destitution of food that the soldiers were permitted to stray, almost at pleasure, on either side of the line of march.

Happy was the man who could shoot a raccoon or a squirrel, or even the smallest bird.

Implicit confidence was placed in the guidance of the friendly Indians, and the army followed in single file, along the narrow trail which the Indians trod before them.
Crockett, in this march, had acquired so much the confidence of the officers that he seems to have enjoyed quite unlimited license.