The Quarterly of the Texas State Historical Association, Volume 3, July 1899 - April, 1900 Page: 19
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Adventures of the "Lively" Immigrants.
late. We went in search of water, and some was found in a hole
in a buffalo path. We went down the patch of low scrubby brush
wood, and as we advanced the timber increased in size and widened.
We then turned to the edge for a camping place where we could
have wood and water.
When we found it was getting dark, I had quit the squad and had
gone toward the heart of the timber, for it was not more than two
or three hundred yards wide. I stopped to see if I could hear the
noise of the company, but instead I heard the flutter of turkeys
going to roost. This was lucky, for we had killed nothing after
leaving the boat, and our provisions were getting very short. I
then went to find the camp. It was further down than I expected.
I found most of the men sound asleep. The old Governor and his
brother were talking. He enquired of me what I had found or seen,
and if I had been lost. I told him I found plenty of good water,
but better than that I heard a gang of turkeys flying to roost. Mr.
Holston, who was not asleep, raised up and inquired how far off.
I told him it was a half mile or so. He asked me if I could find the
place in the morning. I thought I could and told him I was going
to try. He replied that he would go with me. We were up a little
before day. I proceeded to a place that I had marked out where I
struck the prairie, and from there I went direct to where I had
heard the turkeys. I had just stopped, when we heard a big gobble.
This was enough, and we soon got among them. I was unlucky,
commenced too soon, and missed my first two shots. Holston shot
twice and killed two gobblers. Then we returned to camp.
I had observed a good deal of fresh deer sign in the woods and I
went again to the bayou and down it some distance without finding
anything; but in attempting to return, I became a little bewildered
and had rather lost my reckoning until they fired a gun. They were
ready to start. I answered by firing mine. They had all started
back. This I knew they intended, as I overheard the Governor say
so that night.
At this juncture I achieved my first considerable exploit in kill-
ing, by sheer accident except for a correct aim, a large bear. The
party had advanced a quarter or a half mile before I left with part
of what remained for my morning's repast. The growth of timber
around me was in the shape of a crescent, the two points extending
in the direction of our boat. Now for sixty or a hundred feet next
the edge of the forest it was free from some cause or other of high
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