When I got to my sapling, I left my gun, and climbed out with my powder-keg first, and then went back and got my gun.

By this time, I was nearly frozen to death; but I saw all along before me where the ice had been fresh broke, and I thought it must be a bear struggling about in the water.

I therefore fresh-primed my gun, and, cold as I was, I was determined to make war on him if we met.

But I followed the trail till it led me home.

Then I found that it had been made by my young man that lived with me, who had been sent by my distressed wife to see, if he could, what had become of me, for they all believed that I was dead.
When I got home, I wasn't quite dead, but mighty nigh it; but had my powder, and that was what I went for." The night after Crockett's return a heavy rain fell, which, toward morning, turned to sleet.