The Quarterly of the Texas State Historical Association, Volume 3, July 1899 - April, 1900 Page: 22
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We had two reasons why it was best; a good fair west breeze, and
the moon far in her second quarter; and I said that if a storm
should threaten us we could find a cove in the island to land. I
added that our water was getting scarce, or at least my flask was
nearly empty. I feared we were about to have a change of weather,
and we should be as well off in the boat as on land.
All hands turned to and in a few minutes we were going at a
rate of five to seven knots. We were troubled a little about oyster
banks and had to keep off. In consequence, we did not reach our
landing until near 2 o'clock, just after the moon went down.
Preparations were made early in the morning to go to the mouth
of the river. Here commenced our troubles, distress, and priva-
tions. The wind had shifted to the west. We had a rain after our
arrival, but it had again cleared away. We got under way at about
ten or eleven o'clock and ran down to what was then called the
"West End." Here Mr. Butler found three and a half to four feet
of water, with what he thought a long bar, but plenty of water in-
side. As the moon shone quite bright we reached the mouth early
in the morning, and then commenced a scene that can't be de-
scribed. Every one was trying to get ashore first. My friend But-
ler got a chance and told me to,leave nothing on the vessel that I
could take care of on shore. We had before spoken together about
the old Captain's desire to go further west and try to pick up a
What became of the vessel we never knew. We had a report that
when she got back to New Orleans one of the Messrs. Hawkins had
started to return with her, and that she foundered on the coast in a
storm and she and all on board were lost. I think from what I
gleaned from McDonald when I reached New Orleans in October,
'22, that Captain Cannon had gone to Matamoras and sold the
vessel and the freight. Captain Butler quit her there. I could
learn nothing more, nor could I learn where old Captain Rinker
was. The report was that he went north and died.
I was the last to go ashore; and, as I gathered my gun box, my
trunk, my blankets, and my overcoat, it struck the old captain that
I was taking out of the vessel an unnecessary quantity of my prop-
erty that was all to come on board again to go further west. I re-
plied that I for one would never consent to go on board again; that
if ever I got my big foot on big land my seafaring was at an end.
We were landed on the west bank of the river, I suppose for con-
venience in procuring wood, as the sea beach was literally covered
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