The Quarterly of the Texas State Historical Association, Volume 3, July 1899 - April, 1900 Page: 25
Adventures of the "Lively" Immigrants.
before the tall grass could be reached. When I got there, I acted in
the same way, until I supposed I had got within about seventy or
eighty yards of her. I raised up, when I thought she saw me,
though I could not see her head, and took good aim and fired at her
shoulder. When the smoke cleared away I could see nothing of her,
and began to fear I had missed her; yet I knew my bead was good.
I kept my eyes on or near where she had been standing and went,
as I thought, eighty or a hundred yards, without seeing anything of
my deer. I, however, kept on in the same direction and finally
came upon her lying dead. It was 140 yards, and she was shot in
the head. Here was something like a providential thing. I shoul-
dered the deer, after taking out its entrails, and carried it to the
bank. I was some four hundred yards from camp. I had to shoot
off my gun as a signal, and Mattigan and one other came up and
brought over the raft. I hardly think the venison lasted a half
hour. I got a taste of it and immediately went back, and then all
were in motion to get across to the woods.
I told Mattigan to put together everything that would be dam-
aged by getting wet and to cover it with the little tent cloth and
fasten it down with weights. When I had crossed over I took the
margin of the bank, and when I reached the commencement of the
timber I saw a large prairie hawk alight on the top of one of the
largest of the scrubby trees, some eighteen or twenty feet high. It
was unapprehensive of danger, so I got a good range and shot it.
It was very fat. I hung it up to make a good pot of soup, Beard
having still left some rice. I went some two miles higher up, but
found no game, so I returned to "Camp Hawk," for this was the
name it was known by afterwards.2 I had eaten nothing since
morning, and lay down hungry and tired.
We had plenty of pretty good water, as the river was low, and
where I found any in the swamp it was good, for it was rain water
and the month was January. Mr. Little had very little foresight,
or he would have had the seine and hooks and lines brought ashore.
They were intended for the expedition, and would have relieved us
of our great fear of starvation; for we could have caught any quan-
tity of the best of fish, and the seine and fishing tackle would have
proven of great assistance to the whole family of immigrants,
'Colonel Bryan says: "This place retained the name of Hawk Camp for
many years, and lost it only after the old settlers died away."
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