Their garments were dripping and they were severely chilled as they reached the shore.

But turning their steps up the stream, they soon came in sight of the cabin, which looked to them like a paradise of rest.

It was one of the rudest of huts.

The fenceless grounds around were rough and ungainly.

The dismal forest, which chanced there to have escaped both earthquake and hurricane, spread apparently without limits in all directions.
Most men, most women, gazing upon a scene so wild, lonely, cheerless, would have said, "Let me sink into the grave rather than be doomed to such a home as that." But to Crockett and his companions it presented all the attractions their hearts could desire.