Hardy as Crockett was, he was so chilled and numbed by the excessive cold that his flesh had scarcely any feeling.

He tied his wet clothes together and hung them up on the limb of a tree, to drip and dry He thought he would then set out on the full run, and endeavor thus to warm himself by promoting the more rapid circulation of his blood.

But to his surprise he could scarcely move.
With his utmost exertions he could not take a step more than six inches in length.

He had still five miles to walk, through a rough, pathless forest, encumbered with snow.
By great and painful effort he gradually recovered the use of his limbs, and toiling along for two or three hours, late in the evening was cheered by seeing the light of a bright fire shining through the chinks between the logs of his brother's lonely cabin.

He was received with the utmost cordiality.