The Southwestern Historical Quarterly, Volume 43, July 1939 - April, 1940 Page: 334
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Southwestern Historical Quarterly
from the fort. He had only been at home eleven days. On the
morning of the twelfth day he was killed.
THE EVENTS OF MY LIFE FROM THE DEATH OF MY FATHER
TO THE TIME I WENT TO REV. J. W. P. MCKENZIE'S
I suppose it was about one year after the death of my father
that I went to Rev. McKenzie's. My life was so divided and
unsettled that I can hardly say where I did live. I hung on to
my stepmother; I knew nothing any better. She was as kind
to me as my own dear mother could have been. I loved her
much, and, with the past surroundings of my life and the training
I had received-or rather the training that I had not received-
I did not aspire to anything higher.
My stepmother could not think of remaining at the old home.
She therefore had to get protection wherever she could find it. That
made life unsettled and unsatisfactory, until she married again
and by that change procured a home again. Though near a
hundred miles from Pecan Point, where I was born, and the
old friends of my father, they soon heard of his death and also the
character of life I was living, and, knowing that there was not
anything in my environment that promised the least future good
to me, they began to plan to get me back to Red River County and,
if possible, to get a home for me at Rev. J. W. P. McKenzie's.
Among the friends of Red River County that took an active
interest in me on my father's account were Mr. John Robins and
Ibbie Gordon. They conferred together and planned for the ac-
complishment of my return. They finally concluded to engage
some teamster hauling supplies to Fort Lidy to hunt me out and
bring me back and to leave me at Mr. Robins'. They finally
found a teamster by the name of Crowder, who, by the way, had
been a soldier at the Fort and knew me. Providence soon ordered
that I was at the Fort when Mr. Crowder arrived. When Mr.
Crowder first named his business to me, I, in a moment, decided
that I would not go with him. I loved my freedom, I loved the
wild scenes of frontier life, and felt that I had about as soon die
as to leave them. Additionally the inflection came to mind that
I was so far behind in everything that life would be miserable
if I should go back. After long importunity I consented to go
with him.334
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