After several of the best sharpshooters had fired, with remarkable accuracy, it came to Crockett's turn.

Assuming an air of great carelessness, he raised his beautiful rifle, which he called Betsey, to his shoulder, fired, and it so happened that the bullet struck exactly in the centre of the bull's-eye.

All were astonished, and so was Crockett himself.

But with an air of much indifference he turned upon his heel, saying, "There's no mistake in Betsey." One of the best marksmen in those parts, chagrined at being so beaten, said, "Colonel, that must have been a chance shot." "I can do it," Crockett replied, "five times out of six, any day in the week." "I knew," he adds, in his autobiography, "it was not altogether as correct as it might be; but when a man sets about going the big figure, halfway measures won't answer no how." It was now proposed that there should be a second trial.

Crockett was very reluctant to consent to this, for he had nothing to gain, and everything to lose.