But there was a sick man in his mess, who was suffering far more than he.

Crockett, with his invariable unselfishness and generosity, forgot his own hunger in his solicitude for his sick comrade.

He went to the fire of Captain Cowen, who was commandant of the company to which Crockett belonged, and told him his story.

Captain Cowen was broiling, for his supper, the gizzard of a turkey.

He told Crockett that the turkey was all that had fallen to the share of his company that night, and that the bird had already been divided, in very small fragments, among the sick.