The night after Crockett’s return a heavy rain fell, which, toward morning, turned to sleet.  But there was no meat in the cabin.  There were at that time three men who were inmates of that lowly hut—­Crockett, a young man, Flavius Harris, who had taken up his abode with the pioneer, and a brother in-law, who had recently emigrated to that wild country, and had reared his cabin not far distant from Crockett’s.  They all turned out hunting.  Crockett, hoping to get a bear, went up the river into the dense and almost impenetrable thickets, where the gigantic forest had been swept low by the hurricane.  The other two followed down the stream in search of turkeys, grouse, and such small game.

Crockett took with him three dogs, one of which was an old hound, faithful, sagacious, but whose most vigorous days were gone.  The dogs were essential in hunting bears.  By their keen scent they would find the animal, which fact they would announce to the hunter by their loud barking.  Immediately a fierce running fight would ensue.  By this attack the bear would be greatly retarded in his flight, so that the hunter could overtake him, and he would often be driven into a tree, where the unerring rifle-bullet would soon bring him down.

The storm of sleet still raged, and nothing could be more gloomy than the aspect of dreariness and desolation which the wrecked forest presented with its dense growth of briers and thorns.  Crockett toiled through the storm and the brush about six miles up the river, and saw nothing.  He then crossed over, about four miles, to another stream.  Still no game appeared.  The storm was growing more violent, the sleet growing worse and worse.  Even the bears sought shelter from the pitiless wintry gale.  The bushes were all bent down with the ice which clung to their branches, and were so bound together that it was almost impossible for any one to force his way through them.

The ice upon the stream would bear Crockett’s weight.  He followed it down a mile or two, when his dogs started up a large flock of turkeys.  He shot two of them.  They were immensely large, fat, and heavy.  Tying their legs together, he slung them over his shoulder, and with this additional burden pressed on his toilsome way.  Ere long he became so fatigued that he was compelled to sit down upon a log to rest.

Just then his dogs began to bark furiously.  He was quite sure that they had found a bear.  Eagerly he followed the direction they indicated, as fast as he could force his way along.  To his surprise he found that the three dogs had stopped near a large tree, and were barking furiously at nothing.  But as soon as they saw him approaching they started off again, making the woods resound with their baying.  Having run about a quarter of a mile, he could perceive that again they had stopped.  When Crockett reached them there was no game in sight.  The dogs, barking furiously again, as soon as they saw him approaching plunged into the thicket.