Esquire Crockett was now a rising man.  He was by no means diffident.  With strong native sense, imperturbable self-confidence, a memory almost miraculously stored with rude anecdotes, and an astonishing command of colloquial and slang language, he was never embarrassed, and never at a loss as to what to say or to do.

They were about getting up a new regiment of militia there, and a Captain Mathews, an ambitious, well-to-do settler, with cribs full of corn, was a candidate for the colonelship.  He came to Crockett to insure his support, and endeavored to animate him to more cordial cooperation by promising to do what he could to have him elected major of the regiment.  Esquire Crockett at first declined, saying that he was thoroughly disgusted with all military operations, and that he had no desire for any such honors.  But as Captain Mathews urged the question, and Crockett reflected that the office would give him some additional respect and influence with his neighbors, and that Major Crockett was a very pleasantly sounding title, he finally consented, and, of course, very soon became deeply interested in the enterprise.

Captain Mathews, as an electioneering measure, invited all his neighbors, far and near, to a very magnificent corn-husking frolic.  There was to be a great treat on the occasion, and “all the world,” as the French say, were eager to be there.  Crockett and his family were of course among the invited guests.  When Crockett got there he found an immense gathering, all in high glee, and was informed, much to his surprise and chagrin, that Captain Mathews’s son had offered himself for the office of major, in opposition to Crockett.

The once had, in reality, but few charms for Crockett, and he did not care much for it.  But this unworthy treatment roused his indignation.  He was by nature one of the most frank and open-hearted of men, and never attempted to do anything by guile.  Immediately he called Captain Mathews aside, and inquired what this all meant.  The Captain was much embarrassed, and made many lame excuses, saying that he would rather his son would run against any man in the county than against Squire Crockett.

“You need give yourself no uneasiness about that,” Crockett replied.  “I care nothing for the office of major; I shall not allow my name to be used against your son for that office.  But I shall do everything in my power to prevent his father from being colonel.”

In accordance with the custom of the region and the times, after the feasting and the frolicking, Captain Mathews mounted a stump, and addressed the assembly in what was appropriately called a stump speech, advocating his election.

The moment he closed, Squire Crockett mounted the stump, and on the Captain’s own grounds, addressing the Captain’s guests, and himself one of those guests, totally unabashed, made his first stump speech.  He was at no loss for words or ideas.  He was full to the brim of fun.  He could, without any effort, keep the whole assembly in roars of laughter.  And there, in the presence of Captain Mathews and his family, he argued his total unfitness to be the commander of a regiment.