Shouts of laughter, bravas of enthusiasm, answered the homely wit and stirring periods that had over and over "made room for Colonel Crockett," both in the Tennessee Legislature and the United States Congress.

His rifle seemed a part of him--a kind of third arm.
His confident manner, his manliness and bravery, turned his wit into wisdom.

The young fellows around found in him their typical leader.
The elegant James Bowie was sitting on the verandah of the Veramendi House, calmly smoking.

His fair, handsome face, clear blue eyes and mild manners, gave no indication of the gigantic physical strength and tremendous coolness and courage of the man who never tolerated an enemy in his presence.

Burleson and Travis were talking under the shade of a China tree, and there were little groups of American soldiers on every street; this was what he saw, and yet a terrible sense of insecurity oppressed him.
The city, moreover, was not settling to its usual business, though there were many preparations for public and private entertainments.