Even his hardy pioneer brother listened with astonishment to the narrative of the perils he had surmounted and the sufferings he had endured.

After the refreshment of a warm supper, Crockett wrapped himself in a bearskin, and lying down upon the floor, with his feet to the fire, slept the sweet, untroubled sleep of a babe.
In the morning he awoke as well as ever, feeling no bad consequences from the hardships of the preceding day.
The next morning a freezing gale from the north wailed through the snow-whitened forest, and the cold was almost unendurable.

The earnest persuasions of his brother and his wife induced him to remain with them for the day.

But, with his accustomed energy, instead of enjoying the cosey comfort of the Fireside, he took his rifle, and went out into the woods, wading the snow and breasting the gale.

After the absence of an hour or two, he returned tottering beneath the load of two deer, which he had shot, and which he brought to the cabin on his shoulders.