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February 18, 2018; 4:46 am
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David Crockett

by Deborah Macomber

Davy Crockett

Davy Crockett was born on August 17, 1786 in Tennessee. He was the fifth of nine children. He was named after his grandfather, David Crockett.

His father, John Crockett, ran a tavern, and Davy did not like hauling the water, and scrubbing the floors. He spent as much time out doors as he could. When he was twelve, his exasperated father hired him out to drive cattle. He arrived back home in the spring of 1899. 

He went to school in 1899, but when he got into a fight with another boy, he was afraid of a “licking” from his father, and ran away to join another cattle drive. He then worked various jobs to get enough money to get back home. He worked for a farmer, and earned three dollars. He set off for home, but a tramp stole his money. He worked for a hat maker for a year, but the business went bankrupt, and David never got paid. Finally, he got a job for another farmer, and worked until he earned five dollars, and set off for home. This time he stayed away from towns and people, and arrived home in 1899, at the age of 16.

In 1806, he married Polly Finley. They had two sons. The hunting was not good where they lived, so they moved West. 

When Creek Indians started bothering settlers, David decided to join the army. He became a colonel under Andrew Jackson. Because he was so good at shooting, and could move so quietly, like an Indian, Davy was chosen as a scout. Once, when the regiment was moving, Indians began attacking from the rear. Davy, Colonel Carroll, and a few others, drove the Indians away, while the rest of the army ran the other direction.

In 1815, Polly Crockett died in childbirth, leaving Davy with a newborn to care for. He married Elizabeth Patton, a widow with three children, a while later.

Davy went west, looking for a better place to live, but almost died of malaria. Some Indians found him, and he stayed with them until he got better.

In 1821, at the age of 35, he was elected to the State Legislature. He ran for Congress in 1825, but lost. He was extremely successful while hunting then, killing 105 bears in six months. 

He made several bundles of barrel staves to sell, so that he could support his family in 1826. While traveling down the Mississippi, the boat sank, an he only just managed to get out in time through a small hole in the deck, but lost all his staves, and the little money he had managed to earn.

He successfully ran for congress in 1827, and supported the Land Bill, which would allow homesteaders to buy the land for a very low price. This issue dominated his entire Congressional career. In 1829, he stood alone on this issue, against President Andrew Jackson.

In 1830, he was defeated for Congress by President Jackson’s forces, who spread word that Crockett was a liar, and was afraid to respond to their charges. In one incident, Crockett’s opponent repeated the ‘lying’ charge. Davy stepped forward to defend himself, but a pistol aimed directly at him, sent him quietly back to his seat.

He was reelected to Congress in 1832. He was thinking of running for President, but was defeated for Congress in 1834 by a Jackson supporter. 

He set out for Texas in 1835, to be a political leader. He died on March 6, 1836 while defending the Alamo against Mexico.

God protected him throughout his life. There are several incidents where technically, he should have died, but miraculously, he did not. He wrote about one incident that happened as he was hunting. His dogs smelled out a bear just at dusk, and began chasing it. Davy followed with his gun, but was unable to shoot, because the dogs were in the way, and he could not see very well. After about five miles, he had to cross a river, and then four miles later, he saw the bear crawl into a “crack” in the earth. His dogs followed. He could hear that they were getting beat up bad, and decided to go in and find out what had happened. He climbed down, the top being as high as his head, and shot the bear at close range. He only wounded the bear, and had to scramble up fast. In the process, he lost his gun, and was left with only a knife. After a while, hearing his dogs screaming, he decided to go in after the bear again. He crawled down, and felt around for the bear. He said he made sure to barely touch it, so that it would not turn on him. Then, feeling around, he stabbed the bear, and killed it. When he got back to the top, he noticed how cold it was. The being wet from crossing the river, and all the sweat of fear and work had him soaked, and he was soon freezing. He tried to build a fire, but the wood was too wet and only smoked. To heat himself up again, he went back down into the “crack” and skinned the bear. He then climbed back to the top and climbed up and down a tree until dawn, when he looked around to see where he had been. He discovered, to his surprise, that the “crack” he and his dogs had fought in was actually a small ledge on a cliff, the bottom of which he could not see. He realized that God had to have been taking care of him, because he could have easily fallen or been pushed over the edge!



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