He was just preparing to depart, with his saddle upon his shoulder, much perplexed as to the course he should pursue, when he was again alarmed by one of those wild scenes ever occurring in the West.  First faintly, then louder and louder came the sound as of the trampling of many horses on the full gallop.  His first thought was that another enormous herd of buffaloes was sweeping down upon him.  But soon he saw, in the distance, a band of about fifty Comanche Indians, well mounted, painted, plumed, and bannered, the horse and rider apparently one animal, coming down upon him, their horses being urged to the utmost speed.  It was a sublime and yet an appalling spectacle, as this band of half-naked savages, their spears glittering in the morning sun, and their long hair streaming behind, came rushing on.

Crockett was standing in full view upon the banks of the stream.  The column swept on, and, with military precision, as it approached, divided into two semicircles, and in an instant the two ends of the circle reached the river, and Crockett was surrounded.  Three of the savages performed the part of trumpeters, and with wonderful resemblance, from their lips, emitted the pealing notes of the bugle.  Almost by instinct he grasped his rifle, but a flash of thought taught him that, under the circumstances, any attempt at resistance would be worse than unavailing.

The chief sprang from his horse, and advancing with proud strides toward Crockett, was struck with admiration at sight of his magnificent rifle.  Such a weapon, with such rich ornamentation, had never before been seen on the prairies.  The eagerness with which the savage regarded the gun led Crockett to apprehend that he intended to appropriate it to himself.

The Comanches, though a very warlike tribe, had held much intercourse with the Americans, and friendly relations then existed between them and our Government.  Crockett, addressing the chief, said: 

“Is your nation at war with the Americans?”

“No,” was the reply; “they are our friends.”

“And where,” Crockett added, “do your get your spear-heads, your rifles, your blankets, and your knives?”

“We get them from our friends the Americans,” the chief replied.

“Well,” said Crockett, “do you think that if you were passing through their country, as I am passing through yours, they would attempt to rob you of your property?”

“No,” answered the savage; “they would feed me and protect me.  And the Comanche will do the same by his white brother.”

Crockett then inquired of the chief what had guided him and his party to the spot where they had found him?  The chief said that they were at a great distance, but had seen the smoke from his fire, and had come to ascertain the cause of it.

“He inquired,” writes Crockett, “what had brought me there alone.  I told him I had come to hunt, and that my mustang had become exhausted, and, though I thought he was about to die, that he had escaped from me.  At this the chief gave a low chuckling laugh, and said that it was all a trick of the mustang, which is the most wily and cunning of all animals.  But he said that as I was a brave hunter, he would furnish me with another.  He gave orders, and a fine young horse was immediately brought forward.”