There was whiskey in abundance.

Crockett was in his element, and kept the whole company in a constant roar.
Their shouts and bacchanal songs resounded through the solitudes, with clamor and profaneness which must have fallen painfully upon angels' ears, if any of heaven's pure and gentle spirits were within hearing distance.
"We had," writes Crockett, "a high night of it, as I took steam enough to drive out all the cold that was in me, and about three times as much more." These boon companions became warm friends, according to the most approved style of backwoods friendship.

Mr.Owen told the boatmen that a few miles farther up the river a hurricane had entirely prostrated the forest, and that the gigantic trees so encumbered the stream that he was doubtful whether the boat could pass, unless the water should rise higher.

Consequently he, with Crockett and Henry, accompanied the boatmen up to that point to help them through, should it be possible to effect a passage.

But it was found impossible, and the boat dropped down again to its moorings opposite Mr.Owen's cabin.
As it was now necessary to wait till the river should rise, the boatmen and Mr.Owen all consented to accompany Crockett to the place where he was to settle, and build his house for him.