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we saw of him he was trying to make his way into the next
county north of Hockley. Connell and I started to walk to
Cypress, stay there all night and catch the morning train into
Houston, but the mud and water conquered even our fear of
Captain Warren, so we trudged back to Hockley.
We found the captain so mad he could hardly talk, but fortunately
the dog had sustained no serious injury. He was a
sight, though, and if we had dared to do so we would have had
a good laugh at him. He was such a mass of mud that you
could not tell whether he was a dog, calf or what he was.
It was nearly dark now, so we had to give up all idea of hunting
that evening; we sat by a good fire and dried our clothes
while the captain told us about hunting in England. He promised
to wake us at daylight, but he did not do so, and when we
awoke it was nearly train time. I thought then and have
thought ever since that he let us sleep on purpose to keep from
turning us down when we asked for another hunting rig. We
got up and after a good breakfast took our things over to the
depot to catch the train, which we could see coming in the distance.
Connell said he hated to go home without killing anything,
so he took his gun and went back of a big barn where
there were thousands of blackbirds. We waited to hear him
shoot, but he did not do so. Then, just as the engine blew.
for the station, we heard his gun go off and he came from the
barn terribly excited and running to catch the train, which
stopped only for a moment. As he came up he cried out "Captain,
I killed a big fox back of your barn. I did not have time
to get him, but I wish you would do so and send him to me."
"Now," said the captain, almost speechless with indignation,
"you have played
. You have killed my pet fox."
We waited to hear no more, but dived onto the train and were
thankful to feel it moving the next moment. That was about
the most strenuous hunt I ever went on. It is true the only
thing we killed was a pet fox, but we had action for our money
during every moment we spent in Hockley.
EARLY FIREMEN GALLANT SOLDIERS.
JUDGE JAMES K. P. GILLASPIE, who was at one time chief
of the old volunteer fire department, has in his possession,
the books of Hook and Ladder No. 1, which he allowed
me to look over a day or two ago. I found much of interest l
these books, but, as was the case with Judge Anders' old court
records, it was the memories evoked rather than anything else
that appealed to me. One portion in particular wsU the recod
which began in 1869 and broke off uddenly in 1861, to be re.
Young, Samuel Oliver. True stories of old Houston and Houstonians: historical and personal sketches / by S. O. Young.. Galveston, Texas. The Portal to Texas History. http://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth24646/. Accessed September 20, 2014.