Being fresh from the backwoods, my stories amused my companions, and I passed my time pleasantly.
"When I arrived at Raleigh the weather was cold and rainy, and we were all dull and tired.

Upon going into the tavern, where I was an entire stranger, the room was crowded, and the crowd did not give way that I might come to the fire.

I was rooting my way to the fire, not in a good humor, when some fellow staggered up towards me, and cried out, 'Hurrah for Adams.' "Said I, 'Stranger, you had better hurrah for hell, and praise your own country.' "'And who are you?
said he.

I replied: "'I am that same David Crockett, fresh from the backwoods, half horse, half alligator, a little touched with the snapping-turtle.

I can wade the Mississippi, leap the Ohio, ride upon a streak of lightning, and slip without a scratch down a honey-locust.