In this humble cabin of Jesse Jones, with all its aspect of penury, Crockett was nursed with brotherly and sisterly kindness, and had every alleviation in his sickness which his nature craved.
The visitor to Versailles is shown the magnificent apartment, and the regal couch, with its gorgeous hangings, upon which Louis XIV., the proudest and most pampered man on earth, languished and died.

Crockett, on his pallet in the log cabin, with unglazed window and earthern floor, was a far less unhappy man, than the dying monarch surrounded with regal splendors.
At the end of a fortnight the patient began slowly to mend.

His emaciation was extreme, and his recovery very gradual.

After a few weeks he was able to travel.

He was then on a route where wagons passed over a rough road, teaming the articles needed in a new country.
Crockett hired a wagoner to give him a seat in his wagon and to convey him to the wagoner's house, which was about twenty miles distant.
Gaining strength by the way, when he arrived there he hired a horse of the wagoner, and set out for home.
Great was the astonishment of his family upon his arrival, for they had given him up as dead.