(SINGING) The country was big When it was new The best men was big And their yarns was too And their tallest tales Folks believed was true So the more they were told The more they grew Davy, Davy Crockett King of the wild frontier History remembers the name of his gun And some of the deeds He really done But most of his chores For freedom and fun Got turned into legends And this here is one Davy, Davy Crockett Helpin' his fame spread wide Had a lotta furs That he aimed to ship And he set his mind On a river trip When a braggin' boatman give him some lip A-claimin' there was no man he couldn't whip Davy, Davy Crockett Tangling with big Mike Fink
(LIGHT COMICAL MUSIC)
Them Kentucky ants got a bite like a alligator.
Sure ain't particular what they chaw on.
Look at that, would ya?
This is the longest hunt we ever been on.
Biggest bunch of pelts we ever got, too, Georgie.
GEORGE: Leastwise, the heaviest.
Them packhorses is plum wore out, and so am I.
How much longer you figure we gotta walk anyhow?
I figure we'll reach the old Ohio pretty soon.
Yeah, sure am lookin' forward to that boat ride.
Nothing to do all day but sit in the sun and fish all the way down to Natchez.
That's a mighty good idea of your'n, Davy.
At least we'll get a better price for our furs there.
You ain't foolin' me none.
You ain't thinkin' about the price of furs.
You're thinking about all that new country we're gonna be lookin' at.
(SQUIRREL SQUEAKING, CHATTERING)
Hey, you, you get away from here.
Just ain't your night, is it, Georgie?
I'm gonna turn in afore something else happens.
Them fellas sing worse than you.
Ain't nothing living gonna keep me awake tonight.
Hey, Davy. Now what?
There's something in bed with me.
Well, kiss it good night and go to sleep.
(EXTENDED HORN NOTE)
There's our boat ride. Get a move on, Mahalia.
It ain't much further.
(EXTENDED HORN NOTE)
(SINGING) Listen to the thunder (DOG BARKING)
Hear the winds roar (HORSE NEIGHING)
Board up the door Load up the cannon Call out the law Worstest calamity That folks ever saw Girls run and hide Brave men shiver He's Mike Fink King of the river What's goin' on here anyway?
I don't know, but something sure got their fur riled up.
Landin's over there.
A real depopulator Oh, what a deep divin' catfish Well, boys, hope they don't run out of Monongahela red eye this time!
Born too mean to die
(COMICALLY SOMBER MUSIC)
That ought to keep her from drifting. (LAUGHING)
Say, Mister, which one of them fellas is captain of this boat?
What did you say?
He wants to know who the captain is.
How long you bushwhackers been holed up in the backwoods?
Everybody knows who the captain of the Gullywhumper is.
It's me, Mike Fink, king of the river.
Well, captain, meet up with Davy Crockett, king of the wild frontier.
Davy Crockett, huh? Well, it sure is a small world.
You're about a foot shorter than you ought to be.
Don't worry, he's still a-growin'.
I like them yarns they keep spreading about him.
Mighty hard to live up to sometime.
Well, I don't have no trouble livin' up to mine.
I am the original ring-tail roarer from the thunder and lightning country.
I'm a real snorter and a head-buster.
I can out-run, out-jump, out-sing, out-swim, out-match, out-shoot, out-eat, outright...
Yeah, out-talk, out-cuss and out-fight.
Anybody in the whole Mississippi and Ohio rivers put together.
Mighty interesting, but all we wanna know is how far down the river you're going.
Why, all the way to New Orleans, of course.
Told you I'm Mike Fink, king of the river. This is my own private river.
Well, have you got room for a couple of private passengers?
Where you bound? Natchez.
We got some furs we aim to sell down there.
Well, you get a better price for your furs in New Orleans.
Tell you what I'll do, seeing as how it's you.
I'll make you a special rate.
Well, that's mighty nice of you.
Yes, you and your furs all the way to Natchez, or New Orleans, for only a thousand dollars hard money.
Why, that's plain uncivilized piracy.
(LAUGHING) Ain't no question about it.
Now, make up your minds and let me know afore morning.
You're keeping me from my drinkin'.
A thousand dollars?
Who does that big windbag think he is?
Seems like he told us.
Well, he might be the king of the river, but he ain't got the only boat.
Howdy, there. Howdy.
This your boat? Yep.
Bertha Mae out of Marietta. Sounds like a racehorse.
Pretty hard to beat if she's handled right.
Which way you going? Upriver or down?
Ain't going no place right now.
Barrel's marked for New Orleans.
That's right. But my crew up and deserted me.
What'd they do that for? Heared about the Injuns.
Didn't know there was any Injun trouble around here.
Oh, it ain't here. Downriver somewhere.
Other side of Shawnee town.
Them red devils are attacking everything.
Flatboats loaded with settlers. Even on the keelboats.
Got so bad, nobody'd sign on.
Don't seem to be scaring off Mike Fink none.
Him and them Pittsburgh pole-pushers of his, they ain't human enough to be scared.
Looks like we picked the wrong time for a boat ride.
Are you really Davy Crockett?
I'm Captain Cobb.
This is my friend, Georgie Russell.
Glad to know ya. Howdy.
You fellas got quite a reputation when it comes to Injun fightin'.
Now if folks knew you were going downriver with me, we could get ourselves a crew.
What do you think, Georgie?
Beats paying a thousand dollars, that we ain't got.
How many men would it take?
Six, if they're as strong as you be.
Well, if they don't know anymore about boating than Georgie and me, it'll be some crew.
Better split up. We're gonna cover the town.
Don't you be a-feared of tootin' your own horn, Davy.
Well, mind what you go promisin'.
Don't want anybody to think this's gonna be a frolic.
That one's about the right size.
See you back at the landing.
Now, anybody else don't care for my cee-gar?
Kind of handy with them fists of your'n, ain't you?
I'm better at kicking and bitin'.
You're just the kind of fella I been looking for. Have a drink on me?
You're just the kind of fella I've been looking for, too.
Well, here's mud in your eye.
Wanna know something?
Sleepy little old river town like this ain't no place for a man of your talents.
Mister, that's a fact. Have another?
Ha. What's your name?
Mine's Georgie. Well, I'm pleased to meet you.
Ah, it's kind of tasty, ain't it?
(WHISPERING) That'd grow pink whiskers...
That'd grow pink whiskers on a hound dog.
Hey, Jocko, how do you like to see a little something of the world?
What you driving at, Georgie?
I'm gonna let you in on something.
Me and Davy Crockett is getting up a little party to take a boat ride down the river.
Take a what? Boat ride, on the Bertha Mae.
Clean down to New Orleans.
What's so funny?
That's the gall-bustingest joke I ever heard.
JOCKO: This clodhopper is trying to sign old Jocko on the Bertha Mae.
You tired of livin'?
Nobody tries to steal one of Mike Fink's crew.
Well, how did I know this little hyena...
This little squirt...
One of your hyenas?
I accept your apology. Couple of Mike Fink specials.
I thought you and Davy Crockett was a couple of smart fellas.
Turnin' me down for a bumblin' old coot like Cap Cobb.
You heard about them Injuns downriver?
GEORGE: Yeah, but Injuns don't scare Davy none.
Our only trouble is, we can't get a crew.
MIKE: Well, you ain't gonna find no keelboat men around here.
If any of these cornhuskers are crazy enough to join up with you, you'll end up in a sandbar for sure.
Yeah, it's risky, all right, but we get a free ride.
Well, it's your funeral.
As we say down in New Orleans, bon voyage!
Hey, down the hatch!
Well, I already had a little more than I'm used to.
Oh, come on now, square off.
You're gonna be a river man, you gotta learn how to drink like one.
That's funny. No sign of my friend Russell anywhere.
You go look for him, Davy.
We'll find the rest of the fellas you need.
Yeah, it may take a little persuading, but we'll have a full crew on the landin' afore morning.
Mighty obligin' of you fellas to join up with me.
Well, anything for you, Davy.
Well, let's get some men.
Yee-hoo! Ha ha!
Whoo hoo hoo!
Hey! Hiya, Davy!
What in thunder got into him?
Only a couple of Mike Fink specials.
Well, Georgie ain't a drinkin' man.
That's what he claimed, but look at him!
(LAUGHTER) Hey, Davy! Yee-hoo!
Yee-hoo! Ah hoo hoo!
Georgie Russel, quit making a fool out of yourself and get off... (LAUGHTER)
Oh, leave him alone, Crockett, he's enjoying hisself!
Ain't had so much fun since I slid down old Smokey on a barrel stave!
Don't worry, Davy, we'll beat 'em easy!
What's he talking about? Beat who?
Me. Looks like you got a race on your hands.
Race? What kind of race? Well, keelboats, of course!
The Gullywhumper against the Bertha Mae.
To New Orleans. We can't race you.
Well, that's what I told him, but he wouldn't believe me.
Bet your furs against two barrels of my Monongahela whiskey.
He knows better than that. It took us all winter to get them furs.
My crew's gonna look mighty fancy in coonskin caps.
DAVY: George, get down from there!
Hey, hey, have a little heart.
That's awful wet!
If you're gonna be a river man, you gotta get used to water.
I'm awful sorry, Davy.
Bein' sorry ain't gonna get us to New Orleans ahead of Mike Fink.
Well, couldn't tell him I was only foolin'?
You think he's the kind to let you off that easy?
No, I don't reckon he is. I'll never do it again, Davy.
Well, you better not.
Now we really gotta find ourselves a crew.
Well, not in your condition.
You get on back to the boat and have Cap Cobb put you to bed while I gather up the gear.
Thank you, Davy. You're mighty understandin'.
Citizens of Maysville, you are about to witness the start of an historical event, which may well be remembered as the classic contest of all time, a keelboat race between the intrepid Davy Crockett of Tennessee...
And the undefeated Mike Fink, king of the river!
Are the captains ready?
I guess I'm as ready as I'll ever be.
Hey, Crockett, might as well give me them furs right now.
You ain't won 'em yet.
Well, if I don't, I'll eat my hat, red feather and all! (LAUGHING)
One of these days, that big blowhard's gonna get what's comin' to him.
Take your starting positions.
COBB: No, no, no! (LAUGHTER)
Jumpin' catfish! Do like I told ya.
Go forward so we can walk back.
Now remember, no one starts until the cannon fires.
Get ready, boys.
(SINGING) Listen to the thunder Hear the winds roar Hurricane's a-comin'
Board up the door Load up the cannon Call out the law Worstest calamity That folks ever saw Girls run and hide Brave men shiver I'm Mike Fink King of the river!
Oh, he's a ring-tail roarer And a tough old alligator Oh, he's a bull-nosed bully And a real depopulator Oh, what a fightin' devil He'll spit right in your eye He's gonna live forever Born too mean to
(BASS VOICE) Die
It ain't no use, Davy. We ain't gonna catch 'em.
We just ain't got the hang of it.
What we need's a song like they've got.
Well, let's sing one, then.
(SINGING) He don't take nothin' from no man at all, ho!
The bigger they brag The harder they fall, ho!
The tougher they are, the louder they squall When they get wet through in a free-for-all, ho!
Davy, Davy Crockett King of the wild frontier
(CONTINUES IN BACKGROUND) Ain't no trick at all To pole a keelboat We can beat Mike Fink with anything that floats We got the hang while we feel our oats Look at them clodhoppers, would ya?
Davy, Davy Crockett Was I snorin' again?
On your feet! They're catchin' up!
Don't strain yourselves, boys.
They ain't gonna catch us.
Wait till they find their selves going down dead man's shoot!
All righty, let's pole!
1, 2, 3, 4!
1, 2, 3, 4.
Much obliged for relievin' me, Davy.
How we doin'?
We're gainin' on them. They're just around that bend.
Yeah, so's the falls of the Ohio.
Falls? That's what they call 'em.
Actually, it's a stretch of bad rapids.
Used to be real dangerous till they put in the channel marker.
River must've cut a new channel since my last trip.
Gentlemen, let's have a moment of silence for them poor unfortunates what took the wrong channel.
Hey, you stumble-footed idiots!
What are you trying to do, send us to the bottom?
Pass them poles!
Hey, cap. It's getting rough.
You sure we're in the right channel?
We're in dead man's shoot!
Somebody must've moved the marker!
Hey, can't afford to lose you now, cap.
Better get below.
Hey, Davy, look out!
There's a rock dead ahead.
Pole, you lop headed baboons! They're beatin' us!
Hey, Davy, we're still leadin'. We might just win this race.
Georgie, don't go skinnin' the bear till we shoot him.
Hey, cap, what's them lights up ahead?
Shawnee town. And we better put in.
Put in, and let them hyenas get ahead of us again?
Can't be helped.
Everything below is soakin' wet, even our powder.
And them Injuns is apt to jump us anytime now.
Hey, Mike, listen. It sounds like they're puttin' ashore.
Uh-huh. So are we. What? You crazy?
Why, now's our chance to get way ahead!
What's the sense of bustin' our backs when there's an easier way?
Here, take over.
Pretty late. Sure hope Davy'll find somethin' open.
If they don't take long, maybe we can get started again afore that Mike Fink shows up.
Ain't no sign of him yet.
Hope they don't sneak by us in the dark.
What's that? Just an old bullfrog.
(LAUGHS) If that ain't just like a city fella!
Don't even know a bullfrog when he hears one.
Little old rascal's getting pretty close, ain't he?
Oh, the whole riverbank's full of 'em.
What'd you do, Fink? Me?
Yeah, what'd you do? What'd you do? Nothin'.
Seems like a couple bolts rusted off their rudder when they wasn't looking.
Don't figure it can hang together too much longer.
Hello, there! Come on ashore!
(FALSETTO) Yoo-hoo, boys.
Come on over, boys. Have a good time!
We got liquor and some fine entertainment.
(FALSETTO) We're lonesome for some dancin', men!
You won't be sorry!
Well, what do you know?
They made that old cave into a tavern.
Fetch your poles and hold her, boys.
MAN: (HIGH VOICE) Yoo-hoo, boys!
Don't overdo it. They're stoppin'.
You Injuns get ready.
Ain't you gettin' mighty ambitious, Mason...
Takin' on Mike Fink and his crew?
We'll take them as easy as we did the others.
Sure wish we had some of that cologn-y water.
Ah! Mike, look!
I'm afraid them sir-eens is gonna be disappointed.
Oh, ain't that rudder busted yet?
That Crockett's got a real gift for spoilin' my fun.
See you gals on the way back!
Now to them poles!
Ah, it didn't work, they're going on.
They won't get far. Take the horses.
Stay in the saddle. Wanna leave footprints all over?
Injuns! Get braced for some fun, boys!
This is what we've been waitin' for.
Carnation, Davy. Can't we let Mike Fink try braggin' his way out of this one?
Keep poling to 'em, boys!
Where the devil did that other boat come from?
Don't know, but let's get!
Anybody get hurt, Mike? How could we?
You chased 'em off before we got started.
Help, help! Hey, help!
Now what made that bust loose?
You fellas are sure having tough luck, ain't you?
Sorry we can't help you none.
Shove off, boys. We got a race to win.
That puffed-up polecat had something to do with this.
Wait'll we catch up with him again.
They didn't leave nobody on the Gullywhumper, Davy.
Now's our chance to get even.
Sure would be easy to swap rudders, all right.
No, we gotta win this race fair and square.
There's a good ship fitter here.
I'll wake him up and get him right to work.
How long you figure it'll take?
Oh, won't take no time at all to hang a rudder.
That is, if he's got one already made up.
I sure hope he's got one, because Mike ain't gonna wait around once he knows we're here.
Mike seems to be enjoying himself.
Maybe you and me can keep him entertained a while longer.
Give us a signal when you're ready to shove off.
I'll do that.
Why, you milk-livered city folk done been took in by them tall tales about this here Davy Crockett.
King of the wild frontier, my eye!
There ain't room in this country but for one king, and that's me! Yes, sir, Mr. Fink.
Why, that squash-headed beanpole of a bear hunter ain't no match for my shadow.
I can beat him at anything you name.
Take shooting, for instance.
Them paper targets he uses, ain't no test of a man's nerve.
Now, hold still.
But with a target like that...
If a man ain't awful careful, he could make a mighty serious mistake.
Wait a minute, Mr. Fink.
You ain't aimin' to shoot this off my head?
That's good whiskey you're spillin'.
There ain't nothin' to it, if you'll hold still like this...
Like that, Mike?
Lucky thing for you fellas that Mike Fink's got a sense of humor.
Come on, belly up!
Seems like the proprietor's gone on a sudden journey and left me in charge.
Drinks is on the house!
Come on, join us!
We'd admire to, but me and Georgie don't hold with drinking when we got a race to win.
Why, I thought you fellas would be ready to give up by now.
You don't know Davy. He ain't never quit nothin' in all his life.
These hillbillies are sure hounds for punishment, ain't they?
Why, we'll be halfway to Natchez before you get that rudder fixed.
Come on, boys, drink up, and let's shove off!
Hey, Mike. I'm surprised at you.
Lettin' that shot of Davy's stand without no challenge.
Ha ha, you call that a shot?
Why, any kid back in Pittsburgh could do the same if his pa'd let him waste a whiskey.
With the same target you was gonna use?
Yeah. Only I was gonna do it backwards.
Backwards? In the mirror.
Here, I'll show you. Oh, no, you don't.
You scared, too, Crockett?
Lot of difference between being scared and downright foolish.
All right, I'll show you a real trick then.
I'll shoot it off my own hat. This we gotta see.
Back out of the way, everybody!
That's tolerable good shootin' for a river man.
I suppose you can do better?
I might just try. Charge up old Betsy for me.
I ain't so sure about this. Better duck your heads.
(PING, DING, PING)
I just don't believe it.
MIKE: It is not humanly possible to leap up and catch a ball in your mouth.
What's going on around here?
Who shot again?
Now, fellows, stop fighting!
Now, fellows, stop fighting.
I said stop fightin'!
I told you to stop fighting! You guys stop fighting!
(OBJECTS SMASHING, CLATTERING)
MAN: (FROM DISTANCE) Hey! Hey!
Hey! Come on, get me!
I need some help!
I wonder what he wants. I don't know.
Hey, cap, swing into that island.
Thank the lord you stopped.
You're the first souls I've seen since my flatboat went to pieces and marooned me here.
I near starved to death.
We can fix that. Come on aboard.
Thank you kindly, son.
Mind waitin' till I fetch my livestock?
(CLUCKING, GRUNTING, SQUEALING)
Hey! We ain't got time to load all them animals!
Here comes the Gullywhumper!
Cap's right. We just can't leave him here.
Even if we did get him aboard, we ain't got room to pole.
Hey, forget about them critters, grandpa, and get aboard.
We're in a hurry!
I can't leave my stock!
It ain't right that he should.
Come on, boys. Let's give him a hand.
Now, ain't that obligin' of them cornhuskers, waitin' here for us like this?
Hey, Crockett, what you doin', recruitin' a new crew? (LAUGHING)
This ain't no laughin' matter.
(GOAT BLEATS) (GRUNTS) Oh!
What are you belly-aching about? We're doing all the work.
Now I know exactly how Noah must've felt.
So much obliged for all the trouble I put you to.
That's my place yonder on the bayou.
Got time to break bread with us?
Admire to, but we got some time to make up.
Excuse me, please. I got to look after my critters.
Well, I sure gotta hand it to you, Davy.
You just don't know when you're up.
Well, not everybody can come in first.
Maybe the good lord didn't intend for us to win this race.
Well, then what are we breaking our backs for to get to New Orleans?
We gotta deliver some furs to Mike Fink.
So long, cap. Sorry your boat's so big.
What's the matter with the size?
Well, if she was a might smaller, you could save 40 miles by takin' this here bayou.
I been down it in my skiff plenty of times.
Runs back into the Mississippi just above New Orleans.
Think we got a chance at gettin' through?
Well, it'd be a tight squeeze, but if you cut a few trees out of the way and don't mind scraping the bottom a little, you might make it.
Georgie, maybe we ain't lost this race yet.
We been practicing long enough. Now let's show 'em something.
Go to them poles, you scummy river rats!
If you don't get me to that landing afore Crockett, so help me, I'll turn every mother's son of ya into catfish bait!
Push like you never pushed afore!
We're beatin' 'em, boys! Push!
Moose. Give 'em the Pittsburgh punch!
So you want to play rough?
Give it to 'em, Jocko. Oh!
Give 'em what for, Davy.
Use that pole, man!
Hit 'em! Hit 'em!
Hey! You thought you was gonna wear our pelts!
You thought we was gonna be trailin'!
What's the world gonna say?
Mike Fink, king of the river, losin' to a pack of landlubbers.
I don't reckon we want anything but our furs.
That's all we started out to do.
You mean, you ain't gonna lay claim to my red feather?
There's only one king of the river, Mike.
Yeah, that there bayou we just come through ain't rightly a part of the Mississipp.
Where's my hat?
(SINGING) They were darn good friends from that day on Davy sold his furs and then was gone Sailin' north with Mike to the land of the fawn Where a man could live by brain and brawn Davy, Davy Crockett Off for the woods again From the mouth of the river up to its head Boatmen and travelers was filled with dread
'Cause redskin pirates was raisin' old Ned And the whole blamed river was a-runnin' red Davy, Davy Crockett The man who don't know fear Put your backs into it.
What do you think this is, a free trip?
Why, you ungrateful polecat, we shoved and dragged this old tub of yours all the way up from New Orleans.
I gotta admit, for a couple backwoods bear hunters, you ain't done bad.
Those are mighty kind words coming from you, Mike.
You can put us ashore any place along here.
I can't see why you bristle-headed varmints can't land at a settlement like civilized passengers.
How do you like that? He works the tar out of us, then he calls us "passengers."
It's the quickest way to get home.
Sounds like a mighty long walk to me. Who's walkin'?
We're gonna get some horses and sit down for a change.
Now, where are you gonna find horses in a lonesome place like this?
Chickasaws. This is their country, and they're real friendly.
Been a real pleasure knowing you, Mike.
I ain't likely to forget you two, neither.
Hey, you forgot your sack! (THUD)
Oh, that's yours. Mine?
Just a little something to remember us by.
Open it up.
Well, ain't she a pretty little pop gun?
"To Mike Fink, king of the river, "from his admirers, Davy Crockett and G. Russel."
Oh, now that we're leavin', we figured you needed something to protect you against them redskin pirates upriver.
Don't reckon I'll need her for that.
But she'll sure come in mighty handy for letting tavern keepers know Mike Fink's a-comin'.
There's something else in that sack for you.
Aw. You shouldn't have done it.
Georgie and me didn't want nobody thinkin' you still wasn't king.
Never was no danger of that.
You bushwhackers ever get a hankering to be river men again, look me up.
All right, get back to your poling, you fork-tailed scorpions!
MIKE: And pull!
Put your backs into it!
Shove on them poles!
What do you think this is, a pleasure cruise?
MIKE: We got a cargo to move!
Hey, here's a trail.
Probably lead us right to a Chickasaw camp.
(SINGING) Off through the wood we're a-marching along Makin' up yarns and a-singin' a song He's ringy as a bear and twice as strong Thinks he's right 'cause he ain't often wrong Davy, Davy Crockett Back in the woods again
What's the matter?
If you'd been listening, you'd know ain't nothin' but you singin'.
Yeah, that's right. Not a sound.
Not a bird or a squirrel. Something must've scared 'em.
Must be a Chickasaw huntin' party somewheres nearby.
Well, they ain't huntin' us. Let's find them.
I reckon they'll find us, if we stay on this trail.
You quit the caterwaulin'. No need to scare off their game.
Davy, where are ya?
Hey, you darn idiot! Cut me down.
(CHUCKLING) So you stepped in a old deer snare, huh?
It's a good thing Mike Fink can't see the king of the wild frontier now.
What's the matter with you crazy Chickasaw? We're friends!
You're making a terrible mistake!
Don't you understand, it's Davy Crockett you're trying to hog-tie.
Don't you understand? Davy Crock...
Now you know where they was taking us.
Yeah, but what are they going to do with us?
You've seen red hornet stirred up before.
Shouldn't be too hard to guess.
Mind your manners, Georgie. This is the chief.
I am told you are the hunter white men call Davy Crockett.
He sure is, chief.
You are known to us as friend of the red man.
We both are, and look how you're treating us.
You and your friend will not be harmed, but you will remain prisoner.
Why are your men in war paint?
We go to avenge the murder of our brothers.
This messenger has come from the chief of the Kaskaskias.
White men have been killing his people without reason, hunting them down like animals.
They're up on the Ohio around cave-in rock.
Well, no wonder folks been shootin' at 'em.
They've been attacking every boat comes down the river.
Do you understand what they say?
(SPITS) They are white. They hear only white man's lies.
Now, listen here, you. This ain't something we heard.
We seen it, didn't we, Davy?
Sure did. When was this?
Not more than three months ago.
Yeah, we helped break up a raid on a boat just below the big cave. More lies.
Three moons ago my people were hiding far from the river, driven there by the white men.
Then it must have been some other tribe.
There are no other red men in the land of the Kaskaskias.
We have always kept the peace. I believe you.
Georgie, you know what this means?
Well, it could mean some white skunks are dressing up like Indians so these poor devils get the blame.
We're going to find out who they are.
You say you know me.
Then you know Davy Crockett's word is good. Turn us loose, and we'll chase those varmints out into the open.
And if they ain't Indians, we'll see to it everybody finds out about it.
It is too late.
Already more messengers have gone to the Shawnee...
The Miami, the Kickapoo. And the Chippewa.
Then call them back. Send out runners of your own.
Tell the chiefs to keep the peace.
Know this, Davy Crockett.
We have always wanted peace with the white man.
But he does not want peace with us.
He makes treaties and calls us brother.
But he believes any evil he hears of us.
That's right. But it works two ways.
To strike back at a few no good murdering whites, you'd turn the whole frontier into a needless war.
I will send runners.
But we will wait only until the full of the moon.
Sure hope that old Gullywhumper didn't pass 'fore we got here.
They ain't had time.
We got a long way ahead of them, thanks to them Indians.
What makes you think Mike's gonna want to throw in with us?
It's his river we aim to clean up, ain't it?
That old chief didn't give us much time.
Won't take long for that new moon to fatten up.
Leastwise we ain't gonna waste no more time here.
You know, Davy, you showed rare good sense in getting old Mike Fink to help you.
Don't make no difference whether them pirates are red or white.
Me and my skull busters'll make mincemeat of them.
We gotta find 'em first.
Well, ain't certain they'll show their selves after that whopping I gave them comin' downriver.
They're sure to recognize the old Gullywhumper.
MAN: Hey, Mike! Look what's comin'!
MIKE: Why, that's the Monongahela belle.
But where's her crew?
Prepare to grab her as she comes alongside, boys.
MAN: Aye, aye, captain.
MIKE: All right, hold onto this mud bank, you scummy river rats.
I knowed old cap Donovan.
Looks like he put up a real good fight before they wiped him out.
Thought you said these pirates wasn't Injuns.
Well, they ain't. No redskin ever made this arrow.
Let me see that.
Yeah, you're right.
Ain't no tribal markings, ain't feathered right.
I wonder how far downstream she drifted since the massa-cree.
Ain't no way of telling.
Nah, they didn't hardly leave nothing.
Well, they left these. Try it on for size.
Uh-uh! I wouldn't be caught dead in a monkey suit like that.
Well, it ain't gonna be hard to disguise the Gullywhumper, but something's gotta be done about you.
Now, put it on.
Put it on.
(MEN SHOUTING ORDERS, CHATTERING)
Good name for her, Garth.
Hide this below where we can get it in a hurry.
What's so heavy in that sack? Rocks.
Rocks? You featherheaded idiot!
I'll find out what's going on here.
What in thunderation you up to?
You're a banker, ain't you?
Yes, sir. King of the bankers, that's me.
On my way up to Shawnee town to open a new establishment.
But what's these here rocks got to do with that?
Can't run a bank without money, can ya?
No. Don't reckon.
That's your capital. Genuine Spanish gold.
We're rich, ain't we?
That's what we're hopin' them pirates will think.
I figure if we stop in a couple of towns, those folks'll hear about our rich cargo.
Word'll get upriver faster than we can.
(SINGING) Oh, the river is long and the moon is high And I want a gal before I die Pretty little gal with a turned-up nose And dancin' music in her twinkling toes Oh, her cheeks is pink And her smile is shy And her hair's the color of midnight Midnight sky Set 'em up again.
Color of midnight, midnight Midnight sky
That banjo player's got real talent.
Oh, yes. He hits this town every once in a while.
Plays to drum up business for himself.
Who is he?
A peddler from back East. He calls himself Colonel Plug.
I sure do admire classical music.
What the devil is in this?
It's just your usual sarsaparilla, sir.
Delicious, ain't it?
I don't believe I got your name, stranger.
McGillicuddy... J.J. McGillicuddy, on my way up to Shawnee town to open up a new bank.
Ah, Mr. McGillicuddy, I feel it my duty to inform you that river travel is not safe anymore here.
Well, if you're referring to them Injun pirates, we ain't carrying nothing they'd want.
No guns, no powder.
Not even no whiskey.
Just a cargo of old Spanish gold.
MAN: A cargo of gold?
Well, I'm surprised that your captain would risk that.
Well, you ain't scared any, are you, cap?
Not about the gold.
We'll believe them Injuns when we see 'em.
Those butchers are real, all right.
Wrecks of boats drift by all the time.
What happened to their crews?
Dead men don't talk, pretty much, but plenty of bodies are fished out of the river scalped and chopped to pieces.
No use to try to scare us off, mister.
We been hearing them Injun stories all the way up from New Orleans.
Listen, you know who Mike Fink is, don't you?
Who is he?
Mike Fink, the keelboat man.
Calls himself king of the river.
DAVE: Oh, that big blowhard. What about him?
Yeah. What about him?
I've heard that even he's going to quit the river.
You heard what? Yes, sir.
Even that brained jackass is too wise to risk it.
(STRAINING, WOOD CRACKING)
Mind your manners, Mr. McGillicuddy.
MIKE: I'm okay now, boys. Just one of my seizures.
Excuse me, Mr. McGillicuddy. I just couldn't help overhearing.
But do you really intend going on upriver?
You don't think I'd go this far if I wasn't, do ya?
Well, now, I admire a man of courage.
Just so happens that I'm mighty anxious to get on up to Shawnee town myself.
We're pretty crowded already.
Oh, shucks, I don't take up much room.
All I got's my sample case and my banjo.
A little music wouldn't hurt none, would it?
This ain't no pleasure cruise. Listen.
You may be the captain, but I'm the boss banker of this outfit, ain't I?
What I say goes.
Did he get aboard this one?
Yeah, just went into the cabin.
You ever hear of her? You know I can't spell.
Well, hello there, fellas.
Say, I got a new verse I want to try out on Mr. McGillicuddy.
Something mighty fishy about that peddler.
Why'd you let Mike bring him aboard?
'Cause he's the first sucker that nibbled at our bait.
Hello. Nice day.
Mighty pretty, this Ohio river country.
La belle rivière.
That's what the Frenchmen used to call it.
Huh? You speak French?
I've been saving this song for a time just like this.
(SINGING) There was a widow in New Madrid A-smokin' a pipe and a-chawin' on a quid When she puckered up her lips, I run for my life But she run me down, and now she is my wife Oh, her lips is red And her eyes is bold And her hair's the color of yeller Yeller gold The color of yeller, yeller
(SHOUTING) Yeller gold!
The river is long, and the moon is high I want a gal afore I die A pretty little gal with a turned-up nose And dancin' music in her twinkling toes Oh, her lips is red And her eyes is bold Her hair's like yeller, yeller Yeller gold The color of yeller, yeller Yeller gold
(LOUD MUSIC AND CHATTER)
Wait a minute! Wait a minute here.
What you doing, Mason? Smokin' up a new batch?
Won't keep if I don't.
You already got your mattress stuffed.
What you want with more scalps?
Got to keep folks thinkin' we're Injuns, don't we?
MAN: Hey, the Harpes is coming.
Did you hear that, Mason? The Harpes just come in.
More business for us? Yeah, and a fat one this time.
And the Colonel is aboard. Good. What's the cargo?
Gold. Yeller, yeller gold.
Mighty obligin' to ship it our way. (CHUCKLES)
This waiting's making me nervous. Time's getting short.
That moon was half full last night.
We still got a few days.
Gonna take a few days to get word back to Chickasaw.
Reckon we ain't got long to wait now.
My boys is all ready...
Chock full of fighting and itching to get at 'em.
Not so loud. Don't want Colonel Plug to hear.
Aw, he's still sleeping. Better make sure.
Take over, Mr. McGillicuddy. This is called a tiller.
This is just about the place they jumped us afore.
Ooh, I've worn this monkey suit long enough.
Rocks. Just plain rocks.
Oh... Oh, excuse me, boys.
I was having a little difficulty getting to sleep.
I thought maybe you fellows might like to hear a little music.
(SINGING) It's Crockett and Fink And down in the hold
(MUFFLED) There's a cannon instead Of yeller, yeller gold That sounded like Plug.
But what's he singing about this time?
What difference does it make now? He'll be sculling 'em pretty soon.
You can't do this to me, consarn ya!
Bring up my cannon when you come.
If I'd knowed I was gonna have to tote this thing, I'd have argued for a pistol.
Come aft and be gunner.
What'd you slow her down for?
Close in on 'em. Lay them poles!
What do you think we're doing?
(MUFFLED SHOUTING) Help!
Mike, we're dragging bottom!
Well, it's them confounded rocks you brought on board!
Get 'em outta there!
(COLONEL PLUG MUTTERING)
(COLONEL PLUG MUTTERING)
(MUFFLED) Help me!
We're sinking, Mike!
Sinking? We're sunk! (WHOOPING)
Grab your wee-pons, boys, and let 'em have it!
Dang it, you can't do this to me.
I'll have the law on ya. I'll have the law on ya!
They're attacking us from the rear!
Get the powder!
Come on, fill her up!
I scalped him!
What's holding them up out there?
Them boatmen's putting up an awful good fight.
We'll fix that. Get the powder canoe in the water.
Give me a hand.
Hey! I'm on your side.
(WHOOPING) We got 'em on the run!
No wonder. Look what's coming.
Somebody's playing awful rough.
MIKE: Why, that's Sam Mason and the Harpe brothers, the orneriest skunks on the river.
Hey, they're getting away! Oh, no, they ain't.
You take the rest of them in. Georgie'll run them varmints down.
Boot tracks. They're the ones we want.
Big Harpe, stay here and keep watch.
Wait a minute, what about my share?
You'll get what's comin' to you.
Leave that big stuff. We can't carry that on horseback.
That's enough for now.
We can't leave all this for somebody else.
Nobody's going to find it till we can get back.
That's what that keg of powder's for.
Somebody's coming up the trail.
Get out of sight.
Cave Inn Tavern ain't doing much business.
Don't think it ever was a tavern, Georgie.
You mean this is their hangout?
It's gotta be.
Davy! You ain't going in there?
Them varmints went someplace.
This is worse than crawling in a hollow log after a bear.
Hey, Davy... (WHOOSH)
Kinda drafty in here.
Look what I found. What was you muttering about?
Looky. Same kind we found sticking in that wrecked keelboat.
Here's where they changed into Injuns.
Them three that we followed in here must be the ringleaders.
Stay here, and I'll see if I can smoke something out.
(WHISPERS) Hey, Davy, what's keeping you?
There's plenty of loot in there.
Well, they wouldn't go off and leave it.
Reckon they're still around.
This ought to lead to something mighty interesting.
Well, here we are splitting up again, you bushwhackers.
And if we never meet again, remember, I'm still king of the river.
Oh, you're better than a king, Mike.
You're a first-class friend. Yeah?
Fact, you're the finest fighting man I know.
All right, ring-tail scorpions! Start pulling!
(SINGING) Kept his promise to Mike and his crew Kept his promise to the Injun chiefs too For the river was clear all the way through And blaming the Injuns was a-proven untrue Davy, Davy Crockett King of the wild frontier