Hunter, Indian fighter, congressman, hero, Davy Crockett was an American original. Here is his own story told with wit and impressive powers of observation.
Hardcover
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377 pages
Published
September 1st 1993
by Longmeadow Press
(first published 1834)
Well, this certainly was in his own words & I didn't care for the reader. His tone didn't fit Crockett's character at all. Kind of whiny & went up at the end of sentences - asking, not telling. Not horrible, just didn't fit.
This was written as a true autobiography to put to rest the many lies he said others told about him. He makes that clear at the outset & seems to have finished it the day before the Alamo fell, although very little about the last is mentioned. It was a very uneven
Well, this certainly was in his own words & I didn't care for the reader. His tone didn't fit Crockett's character at all. Kind of whiny & went up at the end of sentences - asking, not telling. Not horrible, just didn't fit.
This was written as a true autobiography to put to rest the many lies he said others told about him. He makes that clear at the outset & seems to have finished it the day before the Alamo fell, although very little about the last is mentioned. It was a very uneven document, dwelling on trivia & completely leaving out major historical events. For instance, Crockett went into a lot of detail about bear hunts. He still remembered just how many he'd killed & all sorts of trivia about each one, yet his time in congress was simply mentioned that he'd been. I guess he figured that was part of the public record.
Before reading this, get a basic grounding in Andrew Jackson & the south eastern US during the early 1800's. Knowing a little about the Creek (1814) & Seminole (1816) wars ahead of time will help make better sense of Crockett's words. It was tough going for them & his casualness about the butchery is chilling.
If you're a fan of the Disney Crockett & want to remember him that way, don't read this. I was, but I also realized there was a real man of different, harder times behind the legend, so didn't find any of this particularly shocking, although it was more than a little repugnant at times. It seems politics hasn't changed much.
I can't recommend this, but it is an important work. It's short & worth reading if you're interested in this period or person.
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This is a part of my self-prescribed introduction into Southern figures and history, while I live in Tennessee. Davy Crockett lived in parts of East Tennessee, not far from my home now. Prior to this book, I knew fairly little about Crockett beyond the ditty about killing bears “when he was only three…”, which, unsurprisingly, turned out to be a slight exaggeration.
Some of the highlights/interesting tidbits for me included:
• Started hunting with a rifle at the age
*I listened to this on audio*
This is a part of my self-prescribed introduction into Southern figures and history, while I live in Tennessee. Davy Crockett lived in parts of East Tennessee, not far from my home now. Prior to this book, I knew fairly little about Crockett beyond the ditty about killing bears “when he was only three…”, which, unsurprisingly, turned out to be a slight exaggeration.
Some of the highlights/interesting tidbits for me included:
• Started hunting with a rifle at the age of 8
• Left school at 13, and didn't learn to read and write until much later
• Extremely proud of his self-education ( I think this idea of "street-smarts" vs. official schooling is still a matter of a lot of Southern pride)
• Became a US Congressman for State of Tennessee, and even thought seriously about running for President when he didn't like the current politics
• Strongly opposed Pres. Jackson's Indian Removal Act
• Died at the Battle of the Alamo in 1836
I think next I'll read something on Daniel Boone.... Any recommendations?
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After trudging through all the negative reviews about this book, I've decided to throw my opinion into the mix. True to the nature of any good historian, I cherished every word of this book. Right in front of you is the early life of Davy Crockett, written in his own words. This is the closest you will ever get to going back in time and interviewing him yourself. Yes, parts of it are embellished. However, he is still more honest than John Smith or Benjamin Franklin were in their autobiographies.
After trudging through all the negative reviews about this book, I've decided to throw my opinion into the mix. True to the nature of any good historian, I cherished every word of this book. Right in front of you is the early life of Davy Crockett, written in his own words. This is the closest you will ever get to going back in time and interviewing him yourself. Yes, parts of it are embellished. However, he is still more honest than John Smith or Benjamin Franklin were in their autobiographies. As you read through his own account, bits of his actual personality come to life. Even his frontier vernacular is present. Some of these reviews say this book is boring. Others say that it goes against the character of Davy Crockett. Like many of you who gave this book negative reviews, I too, grew up to the black and white tv show. I still remember the song. "Daaaavy-Davy Crockett! King of the wild frontier!" Comparing the real man's accounts to a silly disney character is appalling. You should all be ashamed of yourselves. Honestly, this book isn't for people like you. It's intended audience is dead. It was written as a direct "eff you" in response to allegations made by his political rival, Mr. Andrew Jackson (or as David Crockett more accurately refers to him, "Old Hickory Face") that he could not read or even write his own name. I like to think how much better off we would be as a nation, had David Crockett became the president of the United States, instead of Andrew Jackson. If you want some over the top "killed a bar when he was only three" children's story to read before you go to bed, this book isn't for you. If you're interested in the real man, who he was, how he talked, and his ideas, this book is for you. David Crockett was a man after my own heart. He was an idealist, he loved nature, and he had an underlying system of values that is almost extinct in our world. It's a shame people who live generations later are sitting in front of their computers and on their smart phones, blasting out negative reviews about him. He wasn't a best selling author. This book won't ever be nominated for a pulitzer prize. It's not something book clubs get together to talk about. It was never meant to be a "real page turner!" If you have any respect for history, you'll love it. If you're the average reason history keeps repeating itself, you won't.
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This is an interesting short account of Davy Crockett’s life, told by himself, complete with frontier vernacular, and a no-apologies disclaimer of his gramatical limitation. He got elected to Congress not by any display of policy acumen or knowledge of government—he was barely literate—but by being a folksy and likable woodsman and salt-of-the-earth kind of guy, beating out more sophisticated, competent, and experienced rivals. He evidently had presidential ambitions, often conjecturing in a rye
This is an interesting short account of Davy Crockett’s life, told by himself, complete with frontier vernacular, and a no-apologies disclaimer of his gramatical limitation. He got elected to Congress not by any display of policy acumen or knowledge of government—he was barely literate—but by being a folksy and likable woodsman and salt-of-the-earth kind of guy, beating out more sophisticated, competent, and experienced rivals. He evidently had presidential ambitions, often conjecturing in a rye way about his eventually being elected to the White House. He said nothing about what he had accomplished as a Congressman and instead told stories of his childhood, his courting of two wives, his experiences fighting Indians, and the many bears he killed (and he ate the meat, too, and evidently lots of it.) He never made any direct pronouncements of prejudice, but it was readily apparent that he considered Indian to be heathens and told one story about a black man he met who had been kidnapped by Indians and escaped, and was trying to find his way back to his master and return to slavery. There was never any mean-spiritedness to his racist perspective, only descriptions that reflected the attitudes of the times, as though it never occurred to him that there was an alternative point of view. This diary-format narrative spoke briefly about the Alamo before abruptly ending.
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It's a book which is quite obviously a first step in a presidential election campaign that never happened, full of references to the incumbent Andrew Jackson, most of which are rather obscure to anyone not familiar with the micro-politics of the year 1834. There is a lot of interesting detail about life on the frontier, including gruesome details of combat with various tribes and indeed with other white men; there's a surprisingly lengthy section about the
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It's a book which is quite obviously a first step in a presidential election campaign that never happened, full of references to the incumbent Andrew Jackson, most of which are rather obscure to anyone not familiar with the micro-politics of the year 1834. There is a lot of interesting detail about life on the frontier, including gruesome details of combat with various tribes and indeed with other white men; there's a surprisingly lengthy section about the intricacies of bear hunting; there's a sense that Crockett (and/or his ghost-writer) intended for large sections of it to be read aloud to his adoring public. There is surprisingly little detail on the politics - this is the most substantial passage about his falling out with Andrew Jackson:
"I can say, on my conscience, that I was, without disguise, the friend and supporter of General Jackson, upon his principles as he laid them down, and as "I understood them," before his election as president. During my two first sessions in Congress, Mr. Adams was president, and I worked along with what was called the Jackson party pretty well. I was re-elected to Congress, in 1829, by an overwhelming majority; and soon after the commencement of this second term, I saw, or thought I did, that it was expected of me that I was to bow to the name of Andrew Jackson, and follow him in all his motions, and mindings, and turnings, even at the expense of my conscience and judgment. Such a thing was new to me, and a total stranger to my principles. I know'd well enough, though, that if I didn't "hurra" for his name, the hue and cry was to be raised against me, and I was to be sacrificed, if possible. His famous, or rather I should say his in-famous, Indian bill was brought forward, and I opposed it from the purest motives in the world. Several of my colleagues got around me, and told me how well they loved me, and that I was ruining myself. They said this was a favourite measure of the president, and I ought to go for it. I told them I believed it was a wicked, unjust measure, and that I should go against it, let the cost to myself be what it might; that I was willing to go with General Jackson in every thing that I believed was honest and right; but, further than this, I wouldn't go for him, or any other man in the whole creation; that I would sooner be honestly and politically d—nd, than hypocritically immortalized. I had been elected by a majority of three thousand five hundred and eighty-five votes, and I believed they were honest men, and wouldn't want me to vote for any unjust notion, to please Jackson or any one else; at any rate, I was of age, and was determined to trust them. I voted against this Indian bill, and my conscience yet tells me that I gave a good honest vote, and one that I believe will not make me ashamed in the day of judgment. I served out my term, and though many amusing things happened, I am not disposed to swell my narrative by inserting them.
I wish he had swelled his narrative by inserting them. There's almost no indication in the book as to what Jackson's "Indian bill" (actually the Indian Removal Act) was about, and none at all as to Crockett's objections to it (other than that he thought it wicked and unjust)."
Part of the charm of the book is the obscure vocabulary. What are we to make of the word "toated" in this passage, where he has an unexpected encounter with his future first wife?
"I was sent for to engage in a wolf hunt, where a great number of men were to meet, with their dogs and guns, and where the best sort of sport was expected. I went as large as life, but I had to hunt in strange woods, and in a part of the country which was very thinly inhabited. While I was out it clouded up, and I began to get scared; and in a little while I was so much so, that I didn't know which way home was, nor any thing about it. I set out the way I thought it was, but it turned out with me, as it always does with a lost man, I was wrong, and took exactly the contrary direction from the right one. And for the information of young hunters, I will just say, in this place, that whenever a fellow gets bad lost, the way home is just the way he don't think it is. This rule will hit nine times out of ten. I went ahead, though, about six or seven miles, when I found night was coming on fast; but at this distressing time I saw a little woman streaking it along through the woods like all wrath, and so I cut on too, for I was determined I wouldn't lose sight of her that night any more. I run on till she saw me, and she stopped; for she was as glad to see me as I was to see her, as she was lost as well as me. When I came up to her, who should she be but my little girl, that I had been paying my respects to. She had been out hunting her father's horses, and had missed her way, and had no knowledge where she was, or how far it was to any house, or what way would take us there. She had been travelling all day, and was mighty tired; and I would have taken her up, and toated her, if it hadn't been that I wanted her just where I could see her all the time, for I thought she looked sweeter than sugar; and by this time I loved her almost well enough to eat her.
"At last I came to a path, that I know'd must go somewhere, and so we followed it, till we came to a house, at about dark. Here we staid all night. I set up all night courting; and in the morning we parted. She went to her home, from which we were distant about seven miles, and I to mine, which was ten miles off."
I'm mystified. I find definitions for 'toat' including "The handle of a joiner's plane" and "A tenth of a ton, or a woman weighing 200 pounds", but those are nouns; I need a verb which suits the situation, and can't really think of one. But it certainly has the effect of adding to Crockett's homespun mystique. He concludes that
"I do reckon we love as hard in the backwood country, as any people in the whole creation."
Of course, the book failed to get Crockett re-elected to congress in late 1834, and consequentially he went south to Texas and his story ended at the Alamo on 6 March 1836. But it's interesting to see an early example of a potential presidential candidate writing his autobiography, a path later pursued more successfully (from the perspectives of both political success and literary quality) by the current chap.
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Very fascinating reading, especially if you like history that was written at the very time it was happening. Some of the book does read like a tall tale. Did Davy really kill 105 bears in less than a year? Not sure, but it sure makes for an interesting tale! If you like 'true' adventure and wilderness stories, autobiographies or history of the 1800's, you will enjoy this book very much.
I loved the 19th century cadence, it was like sitting around a campfire listening to love, war and hunting stories.
This book only covered his birth to pre-congress days. Looking at his picture on Wikipedia, he seems like a type 1 in Carol Tuttle's Energy Profiling system. His childhood confirmed that.
The Indian war section was, well war. Not much too admirable. War is horrible.
That was the first half.
The last half was pretty much only hunting stories
Boring. Boys thought it was boring also.
I loved the 19th century cadence, it was like sitting around a campfire listening to love, war and hunting stories.
This book only covered his birth to pre-congress days. Looking at his picture on Wikipedia, he seems like a type 1 in Carol Tuttle's Energy Profiling system. His childhood confirmed that.
The Indian war section was, well war. Not much too admirable. War is horrible.
That was the first half.
The last half was pretty much only hunting stories with a few pages of river rafting in the end. He hunted, what seemed like, an excessive number of bears. Not my choice of pleasurable campfire listening.
Stick with the Disney movies for pleasure and go to other sources to learn about the real Crockett. You might even get his whole life story, not this cliffhanger.
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An amusing account of David Crockett's earlier life, as told by himself and in his own humorous and backwoods way. I enjoyed the perspectives "The Lion of the West" had for himself.
It was a hard but enjoyable read, because it was written by Davy Corcket. I always struggled to understand the importance of grammar now I'd know. It was enlightening to see how ignorant this U.S. congressman was, it tells me that Character is more important than pedigree. Lastly, I am ashamed at the senseless greed of 19th century hundreds. Davy spent over a whole chapter bragging about killing over 100 bear in one season. Far beyond what was needed for subsistence. I am thankful for today's co
It was a hard but enjoyable read, because it was written by Davy Corcket. I always struggled to understand the importance of grammar now I'd know. It was enlightening to see how ignorant this U.S. congressman was, it tells me that Character is more important than pedigree. Lastly, I am ashamed at the senseless greed of 19th century hundreds. Davy spent over a whole chapter bragging about killing over 100 bear in one season. Far beyond what was needed for subsistence. I am thankful for today's conservationist's efforts.
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Parts of this are funny. Parts seem to drag. Considering dumping it. But I will plug on for now. The preface says it's questionable as to whether this is truely a primary source. I don't really care. I just wanted to know more about Davy.
His account of childhood is fascinating. The book becomes more violent and less interesting as it drags on. Be sure to read ahead and know what you're getting into if you read this to a child.
Colonel David Stern Crockett was a celebrated 19th-century American folk hero, frontiersman, soldier and politician; referred to in popular culture as Davy Crockett and often by the popular title "King of the Wild Frontier." He represented Tennessee in the U.S. House of Representatives, served in the Texas Revolution, and died at the Battle of the Alamo. His nickname was the stuff
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Davy Crockett
Colonel David Stern Crockett was a celebrated 19th-century American folk hero, frontiersman, soldier and politician; referred to in popular culture as Davy Crockett and often by the popular title "King of the Wild Frontier." He represented Tennessee in the U.S. House of Representatives, served in the Texas Revolution, and died at the Battle of the Alamo. His nickname was the stuff of legend, but in life he shunned the title "Davy" and referred to himself exclusively as "David".
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