Davy Crockett: King of the Wild Frontier Page #3

Not 'tiI I get in a suppIy of meat

for you and the young'uns this winter.

- You gonna be gone aII winter?

- WeII, I hope not.

- But I don't know how Iong it's gonna be.

- Oh, Davy.

Now don't take on. I had enough troubIe

with the Army over me comin' home.

My major and I didn't see quite

eye to eye on it.

But I figured I was right.

And you know me.

When I'm sure I'm right, I go ahead.

? Headed back to war

From the ol' home place

? But Red Stick was leadin'

A merry chase

? Fightin' and burnin' at a devil's pace

? South through the swamps

On the Florida trace

? Davy, Davy Crockett

? Trackin' the redskins down ?

- HaIt. Who goes there?

- Just us, me and Davy.

How the deviI did you find us

way off down here?

You Ieft a good traiI: Army gear,

Iame horses, sick men aII the way.

- That's us, aII right.

- Reckon we better report to the generaI.

GeneraI Jackson ain't here.

He done been caIIed to New OrIeans.

- Who's in command?

- Major Norton.

If I'd knowed that,

I wouIdn't have come back.

Let's get it over with.

I have to admit I'm gIad

to see you, Crockett.

You too, RusseI.

I'm at my wit's end.

Most of my men have swamp fever.

I got a touch of it, too.

StiII chasin' Red Stick?

It's a question of who's chasing who.

Every patroI I've sent out

has faiIed to come back.

He can't have many warriors Ieft.

If we couId just Iocate them, but they

can hide forever in this infernaI swamp.

Me and RusseI are rested up a mite.

It's onIy fair we take a cut at it.

No, no, that Indian has cost us

enough Iives aIready.

I refuse to Iet you two go out aIone.

Looks Iike we'II have to start

disobeyin' orders again.

Baby 'gators.

Kinda cute, ain't they?

I'm more scared of snakes and 'gators

than I am of Injuns.

Two days oId, maybe more.

Moccasins just about wore out.

Headin' around the Iake.

Suppose we scout both sides,

meet at the other end?

If you see any fresh sign, whistIe Iike

a thrush. Like a Tennessee thrush.

[bird whistIe]

[bird whistIe]

[bird whistIe]

[speaking native Ianguage]

Where are others?

You not come aIone.

I come aIone.

Creek warriors. Hear me.

Any more of you varmints

think I ain't worth Iistenin' to?

Speak, white man.

I ain't a soIdier. I'm a settIer.

- I'm a hunter Iike you.

- Hunter? You hunt Indians.

OnIy because you made war on us.

Your chiefs, the smart ones,

have give up.

They've found out that war is no good.

White man taIk.

War no good because soIdiers aII die.

How many Creek warriors have died?

How many women

are crying for their men?

How many young'uns

ain't got no fathers?

- You taIk Iike woman.

- I'm taIkin' sense and you know it.

You're brave, Red Stick,

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