The Quarterly of the Texas State Historical Association, Volume 3, July 1899 - April, 1900 Page: 26
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though the site selected for a permanent stop was some distance
from the beach.
The following morning I was up very early and awoke my man
Mattigan. We were as yet not out of salt, so we took some in a
piece of cloth, and cautiously left all the others sound asleep. I
reached the point where I had turned back the previous night. It
was now quite light, and I followed up the bank of the river a mile
or so, when I saw a gang of turkeys, and soon one of them flew
across. I knew the others would follow, so. I beckoned to Mattigan
to he or sit down and not to move until I called him. I made a
little circuit to get above them in case they should go out or up the
river. When I had gone, as I thought, far enough I saw directly
before me a pretty large bayou, and I was not more than a hundred
yards from its confluence with the river. I advanced some fifty or
more yards and kept still. The turkeys were very busy picking the
hackberries, and I soon got a good shot and killed one. The report
started them towards where Mattigan was, but some of them had
not yet come over. I advanced a little further down and soon suc-
ceeded in killing another. I started Mattigan with all speed back
with them, and told him not to stay, but to come back, and to bring
his own musket and buckshot. I thought I should get another
turkey but failed, though they took to the swamp. I succeeded
in getting another shot, but missed.
I struck the bayou again and in creeping along scared up two
deer, but as the undergrowth was very dense they got away. While
on the brink of the bayou loading my gun I heard a splash in the
water some forty yards up and saw the commotion of the water
from the effect of the disturbance. I waited, and soon some animal
made its appearance on the opposite side and went up the bank,
which was some five or six feet high. It went into the grass out of
sight, but soon returned and would in three seconds more have been
in the water again if I had not made a little noise. I had a bead on
it, when it raised itself up a little. At the crack of my gun it
turned over backwards, and lay lifeless, the ball taking effect on the
neck in front. The next question was how to get it. It occurred to
me that I wanted to get across the bayou to be relieved of a very
turbulent, boisterous, and above all, the larger portion of them, a
blackguard set. Generally sleeping all day, they were prepared to
keep themselves and others awake at night with all kinds of most
obscene brothel songs and stories and long yarns to match. The
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