Crockett Science

A new biography of the Alamo’s most famous hero cuts through decades of mythmaking to take a clear-eyed look at how he lived—and how he really died.
<strong>Crockett Science</strong>

In the summer of 2002 I found myself in Dandridge, Tennessee, accompanying a lifelong David Crockett buff to visit a site he had recently discovered. We motored off into the Appalachians, along ever-narrower roads, until he pulled over and said, “I think this is it.” On foot, we slid down a wet holler of hardwoods overgrown with kudzu. There was a small meadow in the creek bottom, and after gamely stomping around, we encountered four smoothed-over foundation stones, the footprint of the cabin rented by newlyweds David and Polly Crockett in 1806. Nearby, we removed a sheet of rusting metal and looked down the wellspring from which they had drawn their water. This, I thought, was a real Ozymandias moment: Davy Crockett, frontier legend, killed “b’ars” in the surrounding forest; now his evidence was reduced to dew and poison ivy and a rattling sheet of corrugated iron.

Yet no other frontier figure has kept such a hold on the American imagination, and Crockett’s star has remained bright enough to regularly draw historians’ gaze. The first modern scholarly effort, James A. Shackford’s 1956 David Crockett: The Man and the Legend, did yeoman service during the Disney years, when Fess Parker played Crockett on television and no little boy could play cowboys and Indians without his coonskin cap. Before then, scholars lost in the landslide of folklore had pronounced Crockett “unknowable,” but in a withering display of primary sources, Shackford proved them wrong, resurrecting a fiery but imperfect frontier politician.

There were later efforts, most notably Michael A. Lofaro’s 1985 Davy Crockett, and each post-Shackford scholar has claimed some interpretive point for himself. But there is a broad agreement on the essential David Crockett: He was born into poverty in Tennessee, surviving a cruel childhood that included indentured servitude. He rose to become a state legislator and a congressman before running afoul of Andrew Jackson’s political machine, famously telling Old Hickory’s minions that they could go to hell and he would go to Texas, and then perishing at the Alamo. He was a rudely learned man, but an articulate advocate for his principles.

It is admittedly a thin résumé on which to claim status as an American icon, but it is too easy to think of Crockett as an ancestor of today’s cult of vapid celebrity. To be sure, Crockett was a master of self-promotion. The subtitle of Michael Wallis’s new biography, David Crockett: The Lion of the West (Norton, $26.95), derives from an 1831 play that was based on his life and produced with his approval. Later it was spun off into hugely popular illustrated adventure stories about his alter ego, a Tennessee Paul Bunyan with a little bit of Prometheus thrown in, riding buffalo and throttling comets. The play was followed in 1834 by Crockett’s autobiography, A Narrative of the Life of David Crockett, steeped in frontier humor, colloquialism, and dubious grammar—brilliantly calculated to win the support of Tennessee voters. But Crockett is not remembered as a comic figure, and he is not remembered for what he didn’t accomplish. He has kept his place in the American pantheon for what he represented: the rustic virtue of relentless courage, whether in killing a bear or facing certain death from Mexican bayonets.

Wallis is a frequent writer on Oklahoma and New Mexico subjects. Nothing in his bibliography of fifteen books recommends him to be the latest Crockett biographer, but this degree of separation may explain his admirable objectivity. Wallis, a popular historian in the David McCullough mode, passes quickly and effectively over Crockett’s early years. Yet most readers’ interest will intensify as Crockett approaches his destiny, and doom, in San Antonio. Wallis describes Crockett’s arrival in Texas, the context of the revolution, and the siege, battle, and death in the final twenty pages—an ending of stunning swiftness, but consonant with Crockett’s few weeks in Texas measured against a life of nearly fifty years.

Texas readers, of course, will want to know where Wallis weighs in on the controversies surrounding Crockett’s last moments. How does Davy die this time? In the aftermath of the Battle of the Alamo, it was generally accepted that a few of the defenders were taken alive and then executed. It took about half a minute to reload a long rifle, plenty of time to be overwhelmed by surging superior numbers; of course some would have been taken alive. Crockett was rumored to have been among them. At first this was not controversial, and interest in the Texas revolution even declined during the Civil War and Reconstruction. It was only around the turn of the twentieth century that there was a large-scale emotional investment in the heroic nature of that history, kindled by the rescue of the Alamo chapel from demolition by the newly founded Daughters of the Republic of Texas and abetted by the appearance of iconic historical paintings such as R. J. Onderdonk’s Fall

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