Newport daily independent., 1906-03-03

 coon skin the speaking was re- sumed, but proceeded only about 20 minutes until the crowd agaln evinced a desire to wet It's whistle" Old Davy was still "busted" and the sign still hung out, Cash today; credit tomor- row." A happy thought came to him-he observed that the liquor seller had thrown the coon skin against the wall so that It could be pulled through crack from the outside. He proceeded to do this and going in at the front door again threw the coon skin on the counter and called for the drinks for the crowd, which where set out and the coon skin again tossed against the side of the cabin. The speaking was resumed and in another 20 minutes the crowd got thirsty again and Old Davy again re- peated the coon-skln trick. This was repeated no less than a doz- en times, and after the crowd was we'll "tanked up' and had dispersed, the barkeeper discov- that he had only one coon skin as the result of his sales when he ought to have had a dozen. Of course the barkeeper was not permitted to lose the drinks, as Old Davy made full reparation for the joke, but the frontiers men who got the liquor as re- suit of the scheme never got through laughing about it.
 In this contest Crockett was beaten for reelection to con- gross by Adam Huntsmon, a one-legged Indian fighter and a supporter of Gen. Jackson, his majority over Crockett being a little over 200. The defeat broke Old Davy's heart, but the Jack son sentiment in West Tennes- see was too strong for him to overcome. He immediately pre- pared to go to Texas. Texas was then under the control of Mexi- co, but Texans were in open re- bellion against Mexican tyranny and dominion, and armed resist ance was being made. Crockett believed in the justness of the Texas cause and that Texas ought to maintain her independ- ence, but in leaving his old dis trict and the friends who had so nobIy stood by him in all his political ambition he felt that he was sacrificing much, but for humanity's sake, and the sake of ding a vast empire to his country he offered himself a living sacrifice. His feelings were we'll portrayed in the fol- lowing pathetic lines, which was, perhaps, the only poem he ever wrote:
 The home forsake where my offspring arose, The graves I forsake where my children repose. The home redeemed from the savage and wild; The home have loved as the father his child; The corn that planted, the tiel~s that cleared The hocks that raised and the cabin 1 reared; The wife of my bosom-farewel to ye all! In the land of the stranger rise or fall.
 Farewell to my countryl fought for thee we'll When the savage rushed fof tn like demons from
 hell.
 In war l nave StOOu Dy CHy sue,
 My country. for thee have live would have
 died.
 But am cast off-my career now is run.
 And wander abroad like the prodigal son,
 Where the wild savage raves and the broad
 prairies spread,
 The en-despised-will again go ahead.
 This mechanically parting gives us a view of the higher and nobler impulses of Crockett, of which he has been little credited and his trust in the Advise Be- ing was manifest in his portrayal of his feelings as he journeyed on over the trackless prairies to his final destination. In his au- photography he said: We were alone in the wilderness, but all things told me God was there.