Davy was now a strong and healthy youngster almost fifteen years old, with much worldly wisdom, but unable to read or write. IV. THE INDIANS’ VISIT Davy pays his father’s debts――The old man’s tears――Gets a suit of clothes――Calf love――Barks up the wrong tree――Finds another girl――Sweet plugs and snuff as evidences of affection――He is gaily deceived, and wants to die――Pretty Polly Finlay――Davy marries at last――Other events of the times――Moves to Lincoln County in 1809――Another move――Red Eagle and the Creeks――Three hungry braves――Tecumseh and Big Warrior――The Earthquakes of 1811. The next year of Davy’s life was one of hard work and no pay. He had been at home but a short time when his father told him that if he would work for six months for a man named Abraham Wilson, Wilson would in return give up a note of John Crockett’s for thirty-six dollars. As a reward, Davy could thereafter work for himself, without waiting to become of age. The boy fulfilled the compact without missing a day, in a place where some of the roughest of the settlers made a practice of meeting to drink and gamble. At last the note was his, and the joy of his father at its surrender was Davy’s recompense. It was always a satisfaction to Davy Crockett to know that his father was a man who honestly tried to pay his debts. The son appears to have had the same spirit. When he asked to be given work at the home of “an honest old Quaker, John Kennedy,” he found that the man held another note of his father for forty dollars. Davy was offered the note for another six months’ work, and with a keen desire to do his duty, and to ease his father’s burdens as much as he could, he disregarded his newly acquired right to work for his own account, and started in. At the end of the time he received the note, borrowed a horse, and went home for a visit. “Some time after I got there,” Davy afterwards said, “I pulled out the note and handed it to my father, who supposed Mr. Kennedy had sent it for collection. The old man looked mighty sorry, and said to me that he had not the money to pay it, and didn’t know what he should do. I then told him I had paid it for him, and it was then his own; that it was not presented for collection, but as a present from me. At this he shed a heap of tears; and as soon as he got a little over it, he said he was sorry he could not give me anything, but he was not able, he was too poor.”