But there was no meat in the cabin.

There were at that time three men who were inmates of that lowly hut--Crockett, a young man, Flavius Harris, who had taken up his abode with the pioneer, and a brother in-law, who had recently emigrated to that wild country, and had reared his cabin not far distant from Crockett's.

They all turned out hunting.

Crockett, hoping to get a bear, went up the river into the dense and almost impenetrable thickets, where the gigantic forest had been swept low by the hurricane.

The other two followed down the stream in search of turkeys, grouse, and such small game.
Crockett took with him three dogs, one of which was an old hound, faithful, sagacious, but whose most vigorous days were gone.