Death came to the cabin of Crockett; and his faithful wife, the tender mother of his children, was taken from him.

We cannot refrain from quoting his own account of this event as it does much honor to his heart.
"In this time I met with the hardest trial which ever falls to the lot of man.

Death, that cruel leveller of all distinctions, to whom the prayers and tears of husbands, and even of helpless infancy, are addressed in vain, entered my humble cottage, and tore from my children an affectionate, good mother, and from me a tender and loving wife.

It is a scene long gone by, and one which it would be supposed I had almost forgotten.

Yet when I turn my memory back upon it, it seems but as the work of yesterday.
"It was the doing of the Almighty, whose ways are always right, though we sometimes think they fall heavily on us.