THE LION OF THE WEST became the inspiration for and the cornerstone of future writings about Crockett. This satirical spoof sparked a seemingly endless series of unauthorized biographies and ghostwritten books attributed to him.
In his role as Nimrod Wildfire, James Hackett enjoyed great success and garnered brilliant reviews and the praise of adoring audiences. Noted a New York critic in late 1831, “At the fall of the curtain there was one universal and continuous call kept up for Mr. Hackett, who promptly answered it [and] returned thanks for ‘the indulgence the public had uniformly extended, not only to himself in the [im]personation, but to the inexperienced attempts of our native dramatists in drawing characters indigenous to this country.’”1 Hackett thus came to absorb much of the heartfelt attention that the defeated Crockett now enjoyed.
In 1833 Hackett took the revised show—retitled A Kentuckian’s Trip to New York in 1815—to London’s fashionable West End, introducing the indomitable Nimrod Wildfire to audiences at the Royal Opera House in Covent Garden. Crockett’s reputation had reached across “the big pond,” as Wildfire called the Atlantic Ocean, creating an image of the American West that would spread throughout the continent.2 Even when British critics unfamiliar with American frontier culture failed to understand the simple storyline and audiences were puzzled by the American dialect, Hackett consistently won praise for his portrayal of the lead character’s tough sensibility that the refined British specifically associated with their former colony. Hackett also was the party most responsible for establishing the coonskin cap as Crockett’s headgear. As Crockett scholar Paul Hutton pointed out: “No authentic contemporary portrait or written account identifies such a crown upon the ‘King of the Wild Frontier’s’ regal head before 1835. The first drawing of Crockett in a fur cap (it is a wildcat skin) graces the cover of Davy Crockett’s 1837 Almanack, and it is a copy of a drawing of Hackett as Nimrod Wildfire that was used to publicize the play.”3
Paulding continued to churn out more literary works, reaching the zenith of his fame as a popular American writer in the 1830s. Besides his writing, Paulding also held various governmental positions and went on to serve as the secretary of the navy under President Martin Van Buren from 1838 to 1841.4 With a change in administration, Paulding, though effectively forgotten today, returned to his literary pursuits at his farm near Hyde Park, New York, where he died in 1860, leaving behind a bounty of writing including The Lion of the West, the most-often performed play on the American stage before a dramatization of Uncle Tom’s Cabin premiered in 1852.
By the time Crockett finally saw the play and had his memorable face-to-face session with Wildfire in December 1833, his life had rebounded somewhat. He remained estranged from Elizabeth and constantly scrambled for money, but the notoriety generated about him from the play continued to sweep the country. As one writer, mindful of Crockett’s favorite activity, put it, “he surfaced refreshed but famished, like a bear rousing from hibernation.”5 While Crockett accepted the realities of misfortune, violence, and even death, he focused on the present and embraced the collection of possibilities that life offered. As a variation of a later adage put it: “Some days you eat the bar, some days the bar eats you.”6 It was a fatalistic view that Crockett would have appreciated.
At the beginning of 1833, a book sparked in part by the Paulding drama and entitled The Life and Adventures of Colonel David Crockett of West Tennessee was published in Cincinnati. Later in the year, after a few changes were made in the text, the book was reissued in New York and London as the Sketches and Eccentricities of Colonel David Crockett of West Tennessee. For many years the anonymous author was reputed to be a Virginia novelist, James Strange French. Although French always denied writing the book, its authorship was ascribed to him based on the opinion of the illustrious Edgar Allan Poe, who, in his early literary career, was best known as a scathing critic rather than as a writer of fiction and poetry.7 As critic for the Southern Literary Messenger in 1836, three years after Sketches appeared, Poe wrote a piece about French’s recently published two-volume novel, Elkswatawa; or, The Prophet of the West. Featured in the novel was the “Crockettrean character,” Poe wrote, named “Earthquake,” an obvious allusion to the “land of the shakes.” Poe mentioned in passing that French also had written the Sketches book about Crockett.
“This novel [Elkswatawa] is written by Mr. James S. French of Jerusalem, Virginia—the author, we believe of ‘Eccentricities of David Crockett,’ a book of which we know nothing beyond the fact of its publication.”8 From that point forward, French was most often cited as the author of Sketches. In 1956, however, over a century later, James Shackford’s Crockett biography made the claim that, although French had the copyright for Sketches and received royalties, he did not write the book. According to Shackford, the author was Matthew St. Clair Clarke, a staunch Whig who—due to his political affiliation—had lost his post as clerk of the House of Representatives under Jackson.9
“If Clarke was the author, why did he copyright the book in the name of another?” That was Shackford’s rhetorical question. “The answer is evident,” he wrote. “The volume was composed as part of an effort to re-elect David Crockett to Congress as an anti-Jacksonian and supporter of the United States Bank, and to increase his usefulness through a multiplication of his fame.”10
Clarke knew Crockett from his first days in Congress, and the two became friends. Like most others, Clarke was known to enjoy listening to Crockett’s yarns about hunting and life in the backwoods. The two men traveled together at various times when Crockett visited back east, and Clarke may have visited Crockett in west Tennessee. “The country which it falls my lot most particularly to describe, is the western district of Tennessee; and of that, to me, that most interesting spot, was Col. Crockett’s residence,” the author writes in the introduction to Sketches. “There, far retired from the bustle of the world, he lives, and chews, for amusement, the cud of his political life. He has settled himself over the grave of an earthquake, which often reminds him of the circumstance by moving itself as if tired of confinement. The wild face of the country—the wide chasms—the new formed lakes, together with its great loneliness, render it interesting in the extreme to the traveler.”11
The book was immensely popular and sold well, but anyone who read it and had also seen the stage drama Lion of the West would have recognized the curious similarity in language and choice of story content. In creating dialogue for the book, lines from the play were directly pirated from Nimrod Wildfire and put into Crockett’s mouth, as if now the stage creation provided the source for biography. In many instances the phrasing was altered but the intent retained. For example, in Lion of the West, Wildfire boasts: “I’m half horse, half alligator, a touch of the airth-quake, with a sprinklin’ of the steamboat! If I an’t I wish I might be shot! Heigh! Wake snakes, June bugs are coming.” The book version read: “I am that same 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 wild cats,—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.”12
In general the book is overwritten, in stylized prose filled with clichés and odd characterizations. Several chapters consist of folk tales written in a thick Dutch accent, a popular form of storytelling on the frontier. There is little of substance about Crockett as a man but mostly a series of tales and anecdotes that bolstered, as it did in the later style of action-hero comics, the image of a mythical frontier character. The writing played to the masses of disenfranchised whites who craved stories about feats of great strength, stalking wild beasts, and killing Indians. “Davy Crockett was famous for tales of his hunting, fighting, and joking,” one writer pointed out. “No one bothered to invent similar high-flown stories about Congressman Crockett.”13
While appealing to the masses, the book met a mixed reception elsewhere, particularly among the highbrow classes who considered Crockett nothing more than a bumptious court jester and buffoon. Typical of these detractors was the critique of Sketches that appeared in the New England magazine:
The gentleman who is the subject of these Sketches, was not much known beyond the circle of his neighbors and fellow-hunters, till, a few years ago, when, by one of those strange and erratic concurrences of circumstances, which sometimes happen in the political system, he was found in one of the seats of the House of Representatives of the United States…. The writer of these Sketches has, creditably to himself, withheld his name, and, in that respect, we cannot but think he was more careful of his own reputation than he has been of that of his illustrious subject, or that of the multitude of counselors of which the subject is so useful and ornamental a member.14
Although Crockett claimed to have been irate and embarrassed by an unauthorized biography, he recognized the tremendous impact the book had in expanding his name recognition with the public, elevating his stature on the national political scene—albeit not always in the most flattering manner. Still, it deeply bothered Crockett, given his impecunious circumstances, that he never enjoyed any financial reward from the book and that not one cent of royalties was offered to him. Crockett determined that his pocket and reputation would be better off if he were to pen his own book. After all, there was no one was more qualified to tell the story of a man’s life than the man who lived it. Before any book could be written, however, other business more immediate had to be addressed.
Out in the canebrakes Crockett continued to hear the siren call of Washington City. An election for the Twenty-third Congress loomed in August 1833, and Crockett had a hankering to get back his seat from William Fitzgerald. By then he took nothing for granted when it came to politics. He fully understood that the reelection of Andrew Jackson to a second term in 1832 would make it that much more difficult to unseat the incumbent Fitzgerald. Crockett would need all the help his friends in the Whig Party could muster on his behalf.
During the campaign, he made an effort to keep his sense of humor and build rapport with the voters, but without coming off as the buffoon his critics and enemies portrayed him to be. The Jacksonian camp tried to help Fitzgerald by gerrymandering his congressional district in such a way that it would work against Crockett. They also published a vitriolic tract, The Book of Chronicles, filled with attacks on Crockett and his political motives written in biblical language. The author of the Chronicles was Adam R. Huntsman, a Tennessee attorney and rising star in Jackson’s fledgling Democratic Party, who had lost a leg in the Creek Indian War. It was replaced by a wooden leg.15
“I had Mr. Fitzgerald, it is true, for my open competitor,” Crockett wrote, “but he was helped along by all his little lawyers again, headed by old Black Hawk, as he is sometimes called (alias) Adam Huntsman, with all his talents for writing ‘Chronicles,’ and such like foolish stuff…. But one good thing was, and I must record it, the papers in the district were now beginning to say ‘fair play a little,’ and they would publish on both sides of the question.”16
The results of the election in August 1833 were close, but Crockett surprisingly managed a victory. “The contest was a warm one, and the battle well-fought,” explained Crockett, “but I gained the day, and the Jackson horse was left a little behind.”17 In fact, the Jacksonian machine was left a total of 173 votes behind, according to official election returns, with Fitzgerald polling 3,812 votes to Crockett’s 3,985.
Crockett’s victory, given his popular celebrity, got the attention of the nation, particularly the leaders of the Whig Party. Crockett was now considered electable and, with the exception of Andrew Jackson, probably the most popular man in Tennessee, if not the nation. The influential Niles’ Weekly Register, a pro-Whig national journal published in Baltimore, came out with a glowing tribute to Congressman Crockett. It read, in part:
A great deal has been said in the newspapers concerning Col. Crockett, who has been again elected a member of congress from Tennessee. It was the misfortune of the colonel to have received no school education in his youth, and since to have had but little opportunity to retrieve that defect; but he is a man of a strong mind, and of great goodness of heart. The manner of his remarks are so peculiar that they excite much attention, and are repeated because of their originality; but there is a soundness, or point, in some of them which shows the exercise of a well disciplined judgment—and we think it not easy for an unprejudiced man to communicate with the colonel without feeling that he is honest.18
Out in west Tennessee, Crockett readied himself for a triumphal return to the nation’s capital. As he had done in the past when facing debt, he again treated human beings like the livestock he took to market. In his capacity as the executor of the Robert Patton estate, it is recorded that he sold an eighteen-year-old slave, Sofia, to his friend Lindsey Tinkle for $525. He also sold two slave boys, Aldolphus and Samuel, to his stepson George Patton for $480 and $372, respectively, as well as a husband and wife, Daniel and Delila, together for $660.19 The infusion of cash paid off some bills and also provided Crockett with some cash until his congressional pay resumed.
His bag packed and the hounds entrusted to his sons, Crockett once more headed east to Washington City, arriving at Mrs. Ball’s Boarding House well before the December 2 opening of Congress. Crockett had new people to meet, old friends to greet, and some scores to settle. He also had a book that needed to be written.