He shot at the animal and wounded it but it succeeded in creeping into a small hole in the tree, thirty feet from the ground.

There was not a limb for that distance to aid in climbing.

Still the wants of the party were such that Crockett climbed the tree to get the squirrel, and felt that he had gained quite a treasure.
"I shouldn't relate such small matters," he writes, "only to show what lengths a hungry man will go to, to get something to eat." Soon after, he killed two more squirrels.

Just as he was reloading his gun, a large flock of fat turkeys rose from the marshy banks of the creek along which they were wandering, and flying but a short distance, relighted.

Vanzant crept forward, and aiming at a large gobbler, fired, and brought him down.