For a fortnight he was in delirium, and knew nothing of what was transpiring around him.
Crockett was a very amiable man.

Even the delirium of disease developed itself in kindly words and grateful feelings.

He always won the love of those around him.

He did not miss delicacies and luxuries of which he had never known anything.

Coarse as he was when measured by the standard of a higher civilization, he was not coarse at all in the estimation of the society in the midst of which he moved.