Crockett thought that in those new lands he would find the earthly paradise of which he was in search.

The region was unsurveyed, a savage wilderness, and there were no recognized laws and no organized government there.
Crockett mounted his horse, lashed his rifle to his back, filled his powder-horn and bullet-pouch, and journeying westward nearly a hundred miles, through pathless wilds whose solitudes had a peculiar charm for him, came to a romantic spot, called Shoal Creek, in what is now Giles County, in the extreme southern part of Tennessee.

He found other adventurers pressing into the new country, where land was abundant and fertile, and could be had almost for nothing.
Log cabins were rising in all directions, in what they deemed quite near neighborhood, for they were not separated more than a mile or two from each other.

Crockett, having selected his location on the banks of a crystal stream, summoned, as was the custom, some neighbors to his aid, and speedily constructed the cabin, of one apartment, to shield his family from the wind and the rain.

Moving with such a family is not a very arduous undertaking.