The sick man was so far gone that it seemed to him that he could scarcely move another step.

A woman came to the door of the lowly hut and received them with a woman's sympathy.

There was a cheerful fire blazing in one corner, giving quite a pleasing aspect to the room.

In another corner there was a rude bed, with bed-clothing of the skins of animals.

Crockett's benefactor laid him tenderly upon the bed, and leaving him in the charge of his countrywoman, bade him adieu, and hastened away to overtake his companions.
What a different world would this be from what it has been, did the spirit of kindness, manifested by this poor Indian, universally animate human hearts! "O brother man! fold to thy heart thy brother: Where pity dwells the peace of God is there; To worship rightly is to love each other, Each smile a hymn, each kindly word a prayer." The woman's husband was, at the time, absent.