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"I'm Colonel David Crockett, fresh from the backwoods, half-horse, half alligator, a little touched with the snapping turtle; can wade the Mississippi, leap the Ohio, ride upon a streak of lightning, and slip without a scratch down a honey locust; can whip my weight in wildcats -- and if any gentleman pleases, for a ten dollar bill, he may throw in a panther -- hug a bear too close for comfort, and eat any man opposed to Jackson."
... But David was also the greatest humorist of his day, and a legend in his own time. There were already songs written about him, books glorifying him, and tall tales praising him during his own lifetime -- but all the while, he was practically illiterate and close to broke. Even in his own lifetime, David Crockett was more myth than man -- but as death approached he transcended that myth and became something greater -- an authentic hero. Crockett possessed (and still possesses in his many posthumous incarnations) our best qualities and our worst ones. He was not born into greatness -- he was a common man who attained greatness through hard work, luck, and good timing (if you can call anything involving forced martyrdom good timing). This is the story of a backwoods storyteller who became a legend . . . . and then outdid the legend. Music: "Flesh and Honor," from "The Alamo" (2004), by Carter Burwell.
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