It was evident that he was to pass through a long run of fever, and that his recovery was very doubtful.

His companions could not thus be delayed.
They had already left Frazier, one of their company, perhaps to die of the bite of a venomous snake; and now they were constrained to leave Crockett, perhaps to die of malarial fever.
They ascertained that, at the distance of a few miles from them, there was another log cabin in the wilderness.

They succeeded in purchasing a couple of horses, and in transporting the sick man to this humble house of refuge.

Here Crockett was left to await the result of his sickness, unaided by any medical skill.

Fortunately he fell into the hands of a family who treated him with the utmost kindness.