s poor Indian, universally animate
human hearts!

"O brother man! fold to thy heart thy brother: Where pity dwells the
peace of God is there; To worship rightly is to love each other, Each
smile a hymn, each kindly word a prayer."

The woman's husband was, at the time, absent. But she carefully nursed
her patient, preparing for him some soothing herb-tea. Delirium came,
and for several hours, Crockett, in a state of unconsciousness, dwelt
in the land of troubled dreams. The next morning he was a little more
comfortable, but still in a high fever, and often delirious.

It so happened that two white men, on an exploring tour, as they passed
along the trail, met the Indians, who informed them that one of their
sick countrymen was at a settler's cabin at but a few miles' distance.
With humanity characteristic of a new and sparsely settled country they
turned aside to visit him. They proved to be old acquaintances of
Crockett. He was so very anxious to get back to the camp where he had
left his companions, and who, knowing nothing of his fate, must think
it very strange that he had thus deserted them, that they, very
reluctantly, in view of his dangerous condition, consented to help him
on his way.

They made as comfortable a seat as they could, of blankets and skins,
which they buckled on the neck of one of the horses just before the
saddle. Upon this Crockett was seated. One of the men then mounted the
saddle behind him, threw both arms around the patient, and thus they
commenced their journey. The sagacious horse was left to pick out his
own way along the narrow trail at a slow foot-pace. As the horse thus
bore a double burden, after journeying an hour or two, Crockett's seat
was changed to the other horse. Thus alternating, the painful journey
of nearly fifty miles was accomplished in about two days.

When they reached the camp, Crockett, as was to have been expected, was
in a far worse condition than when they commenced the journey. It was
evident that he was to pass through a long run of fever, and that his
recovery was very doubtful. His companions could not thus be delayed.
They had already left Frazier, one of their company, perhaps to die of
the bite of a venomous snake; and now they were constrained to leave
Crockett, perhaps to die of malarial fever.

They ascertained that, at the distance of a few miles from them, there
was another log cabin in the wilderness. They succeeded in purchasing a
couple of hors