Davy Crockett, who describes himself as an “ignorant backwoods
bearhunter,” was just another poor frontier boy until he got into
politics. Then he served in the state legislature and later in Congress.
He became the fair-haired boy of Whig politicians when he broke with
Andrew Jackson, his fellow Tennessee Democrat. Subsequently, his
backwoods humor, tall tales, and picturesque personality were exploited
by Whig journalists, and Crockett became a sort of folklore hero.
But Tennessee Democrats would not tolerate his desertion of their party
and turned him out of office. After that, he went to Texas and died, as
everyone remembers, during the heroic defense of the Alamo. The
following selection is taken from _A Narrative of the Life of Davy
Crockett_, which passes for his autobiography but which undoubtedly was
ghostwritten for him. This account describes with typical frontier
exaggeration Crockett’s first campaign for office.
In a little time I was asked to offer for the Legislature in the
counties of Lawrence and Heckman. I offered my name in the month of
February, and started about the first of March with a drove of horses
to the lower part of the State of North Carolina. This was in the year
1821, and I was gone upwards of three months. I returned, and set out
electioneering, which was a brand-fire new business to me. It now
became necessary that I should tell the people something about the
government, and an eternal sight of other things that I knowed nothing
more about than I did about Latin, and law, and such things as that. I
have said before that in those days none of us called General Jackson
the government [_Jackson was not yet President, and Crockett was still
a Democrat_], nor did he seem in as fair a way to become so as I do
now; but I knowed so little about it, that if any one had told me he
was “the government,” I should have believed it, for I had never read
even a newspaper in my life, or anything else, on the subject. But
over all my difficulties, it seems to me I was born for luck, though
it would be hard for any one to guess what sort. I will, however,
explain that hereafter.
I went first into Heckman county, to see what I could do among the
people as a candidate. Here they told me that they wanted to move
their town nearer to the centre of the county, and I must come out in
favor of it. There’s no devil if I knowed what this meant, or how the
town was to be moved; and so I kept dark, going on the identical same
plan that I now find is called “_noncommittal_.” About this time there
was a great squirrel hunt on Duck River, which was among my people.
They were to hunt two days; then to meet and count the scalps, and
have a big barbecue, and what might be called a tip-top country
frolic. The dinner, and a general treat, was all to be paid for by the
party having taken the fewest scalps. I joined one side, taking the
place of one of the hunters, and got a gun ready for the hunt. I
killed a great many squirrels, and when we counted scalps, my party
was victorious.
The company had every thing to eat and drink that could be furnished
in so new a country, and much fun and good humor prevailed. But before
the regular frolic commenced, I mean the dancing, I was called on to
make a speech as a candidate; which was a business I was as ignorant
of as an outlandish Negro.
A public document I had never seen, nor did I know there were such
things; and how to begin I couldn’t tell. I made many apologies, and
tried to get off, for I know’d I had a man to run against who could
speak prime, and I know’d, too, that I wasn’t able to shuffle and cut
with him. He was there, and knowing my ignorance as well as I did
myself, he also urged me to make a speech. The truth is, he thought my
being a candidate was a mere matter of sport; and didn’t think for a
moment that he was in any danger from an ignorant backwoods bear
hunter. But I found I couldn’t get off, and so I determined just to go
ahead, and leave it to chance what I should say. I got up and told the
people I reckoned they know’d what I come for, but if not, I could
tell them. I had come for their votes, and if they didn’t watch mighty
close I’d get them too. But the worst of all was, that I could not
tell them anything about government. I tried to speak about something,
and I cared very little what, until I choked up as bad as if my mouth
had been jamm’d and cramm’d chock full of dry mush. There the people
stood, listening all the while, with their eyes, mouths, and ears all
open, to catch every word....
At last I told them I was like a fellow I had heard of not long
before. He was beating on the head of an empty barrel near the
road-side, when a traveler, who was passing along, asked him what he
was doing that for? The fellow replied that there was some cider in
that barrel a few days before, and he was trying to see if there was
any then, but if there was he couldn’t get at it. I told them that
there had been a little bit of speech in me a while ago, but I
believed I couldn’t get it out. They all roared out in a mighty laugh,
and I told some other anecdotes, equally amusing to them, and
believing I had them in a first-rate way, I quit and got down,
thanking the people for their attention. But I took care to remark
that I was as dry as a powder-horn, and that I thought it was time for
us all to wet our whistles a little; and so I put off to the liquor
stand, and was followed by the greater part of the crowd.
I felt certain this was necessary, for I knowed my competitor could
open government matters to them as easy as he pleased. He had,
however, mighty few left to hear him, as I continued with the crowd,
now and then taking a horn, and telling good-humored stories, till he
was done speaking. I found I was good for the votes at the hunt, and
when we broke up I went on to the town of Vernon, which was the same
[_town_] they wanted me to move. Here they pressed me again on the
subject, and I found I could get either party by agreeing with them.
But I told them I didn’t know whether it would be right or not, and so
couldn’t promise either way.
Their court commenced on the next Monday, as the barbecue was on a
Saturday, and the candidates for Governor, and for Congress, as well
as my competitor and myself, all attended.
The thought of having to make a speech made my knees feel mighty weak,
and set my heart to fluttering almost as bad as my first love scrape
with the Quaker’s niece. But as good luck would have it, these big
candidates spoke nearly all day, and when they quit, the people were
worn out with fatigue, which afforded me a good apology for not
discussing the government. But I listened mighty close to them, and
was learning pretty fast about political matters. When they were all
done, I got up and told some laughable story, and quit. I found I was
safe in those parts, and so I went home, and did not go back again
till after the election was over. But to cut this matter short, I was
elected, doubling my competitor, and nine votes over.