What visions came to Davy Crockett in the smoke and flame of his last fight, we do not know; but the love of his own, like an attendant angel, stood by him as he met his enemies one by one; and when the last ray of light had faded from his soul, the glory of his sacrifice grew out of the ghastly ending of a life unspoiled by false ideals, and never unfaithful to those who shared his humble home. The soft airs of the Southland play about his resting-place, and the thrush and robin sing their plaintive songs above his dust. While the laurels glorify the Limestone’s rugged hills, and the mayflowers scent the Nolichucky’s wilderness, he sleeps unmindful of their fragrance and beauty, or the singing of the birds. But his memory cannot die; his epitaph is upon the walls of the Alamo―― THERMOPYLÆ HAD ITS MESSENGER OF DEFEAT: THE ALAMO HAD NONE! Transcriber’s Notes: ――Text in italics is enclosed by underscores (_italics_). ――The portrait of David Crockett referenced in the Preface and last chapter, was not included in this edition/printing of the book. ――Obvious punctuation and spelling inaccuracies were silently corrected. ――Archaic and variable spelling has been preserved. ――Variations in hyphenation and compound words have been preserved. End of Project Gutenberg's David Crockett: Scout, by Charles Fletcher Allen