The Remiisence.s of MyLrs. Dilue Harris.
THE REIMINISCENC'ES OF MRS. DILUE IIARRIS. I.
It is difficult to give this contribution a title which shall describe it
properly. The basis -of it was a journal kept by Dr. Pleasant W. Rose, the
father of Mrs. Harris, which has unfortunately been destroyed. Copying
parts of 'the journal, Mrs. Harris has added her own recollections, and the
whole is almost indistinguishably blended in the manuscript. It takes on,
therefore, the form of reminiscences, and is given that title; but much of
it is a j-ournal in fact. The dates and subtitles are written, in every
-instance except one, at the heads of the pages; but in one or two cases
it is clear that they do not apply to all the matter on the pages beneath
them. They have been prrinted, as nearly as it could be done, immediately
before the lines which they precede in the manuscript. It has been revised
for publiation, but the changes, except in the case of some omissions
which it hats been thought best to make, affect only minor details. Not
only have the statements been carefully preserver, but the language itself
has been altered as little as possible.
Mrs. Dilue ,Harris is the widow of Ira S. Harris, who was born in Jeffer-
son county, New York, in 1816, came to Texas in 1836, and was married
near IHousiton in 1839. He lived at -Columbus, Colorado county, where he
died in 1869.-EDITon QUARTERLY.
1833, April 28.
This was the anniversary of my birthday. I was eight years old,
and ,on shipboard at the time with my father, Dr. P. W. Rose, my
mother, brother, and sister. We embarked, at New Orleans the
15th of the month for Matagorda, Texas, and were two weeks, on
the Gulf 'of Mexico. The name of the captain 'of the ship was Den-
more. The pilot was James Spilman . I don't remember the name
of the vessel, b'ut she was a small schooner. We were becalmed for
two weeks., then a storm aro-sle, and we ran on the bar .at Galveston
Island. We were two days and nights trying to. get off; then we
anchored near 'the island. The .storm had been raging fearfully
for twelve hours, but it ceased late in the evening. The moon rose
full. It was a splendid sight. The passengers wanted to land, but
Captain Denmiore would not let them. He said if the wind rose he
would go to Harrisburg, a small town ,on Buffalo Bayou.
Galveston Island was a sandbar, on which not a house was to be
seen. The captain said there had been a 'custom house on the
Texas State Historical Association. The Quarterly of the Texas State Historical Association, Volume 4, July 1900 - April, 1901. Austin, Texas. The Portal to Texas History. http://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth101018/. Accessed May 30, 2016.