Because of the overwhelming response to my post on Davy Crockett a few days ago, I wanted to treat all three of those faithful readers with the account of Captain Rafael Soldana of Crockett’s gallant last stand at the Alamo:
“A tall man, with flowing hair, was seen firing from the same place on the parapet during the entire siege. He wore a buckskin suit and a cape all of a pattern entirely different from those worn by his comrades. This man would kneel or lie down behind the low parapet, rest his long gun and fire, and we all learned to keep at a good distance when he was seen to make ready to shoot. He rarely missed his mark, and when he fired he always rose to his feet and calmly reloaded his gun seemingly indifferent to the shots fired at him by our own men. He had a strong, resonant voice and often railed at us, but as we did not understand English, we could not comprehend the import of his words further than they were defiant. This man I later learned was called, “Kwockey.””
From Introduction to A Narrative of the Life of David Crockett by Himself (Lincoln, NE: Bison, 1987), xxxii.