A Narrative of the Life of David Crockett ... (Google eBook)

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E. L. Carey and A. Hart, 1834 - Creek War, 1813-1814 - 211 pages
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Review: A Narrative of the Life of David Crockett of the State of Tennessee

User Review  - Donna - Goodreads

I'm not big on autobiographies. It was a read for school. It was alright, but a tad boring in my opinion. Read full review

Review: A Narrative of the Life of David Crockett of the State of Tennessee

User Review  - Isidore - Goodreads

Reading this autobiography I found myself thinking Crockett's greatest achievement was learning how to read and write. David was a man who shot a shit-ton of bears. If his wagon was already full of ... Read full review

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Page 176 - Anna, who, having overturned the constitution of his country, now offers us the cruel alternative either to abandon our homes, acquired by so many privations, or submit to the most intolerable of all tyranny, the combined despotism of the sword and the priesthood.
Page 35 - I was slowly rising the slope, when I was startled by loud, profane, and boisterous voices which seemed to proceed from a thick covert of undergrowth about two hundred yards in the advance of me, and about one hundred to the right of my road. "You kin, kin you?
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Page 178 - I had done the other. Night now came on, but no word from my dogs yet. I afterwards found they had treed the bear about five miles off, near to a man's house, and had barked at it the whole enduring night. Poor fellows! many a time they looked for me, and wondered why I didn't come, for they knowed there was no mistake in me, and I know'd they were as good as ever fluttered.
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Page 46 - I know'd very well if I staid there, I should get a bad name, as nobody could be respectable that would live there. I therefore returned to my father and gave him up his paper, which seemed to please him mightily, for though he was poor, he was an honest man, and always tried mighty hard to pay off his debts. I next went to the house of an honest old Quaker, by the name of John Kennedy, who had removed from North Carolina, and proposed to hire myself to him, at two shillings a day. He agreed to take...
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