It would take me a long time to git used to the lack of hills
an' runnin' water an' trees which just cover the state of Tennessee."
"We have them here, too," replied Ned, "though I'll admit they're
scattered. But it's a grand country to fight for."
"An' as I see it we'll have a grand lot of fightin' to do," said Davy
Crockett.
They continued at good speed until twilight, when they rested their
horses and ate of the food that they carried. The night promised to be
cold but clear, and the crisp air quickened their blood.
"How much further is it?" asked Crockett of Ned.
"Fifteen or eighteen miles, but at the rate we're going we should be
there in three hours. We've got a roof. It isn't a big one, and we don't
know who built it, but it will shelter us all."
"I ain't complainin' of that," rejoined Davy Crockett. "I'm a lover of
fresh air an' outdoors, but I don't object to a roof in cold weather.
Always take your comfort, boy, when it's offered to you. It saves wear
an' tear."
A friendship like that between him and Bowie was established already
between Ned and Crockett. Ned's grave and serious manner, the result of
the sufferings through which he had gone, invariably attracted the
attention and liking of those far older than himself.
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