The Quarterly of the Texas State Historical Association, Volume 3, July 1899 - April, 1900 Page: 85
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Adventures of the "Lively" Immigrants. 85
looked as though it might have been there half a century. We found
it a little tender where the sand had covered it, but Mr. Jacky said
it would soon harden when exposed to the air and sun. The bottom
was open for ten feet. It looked like a sun crack. Mr. Jacky said the
boat was a great prize, worth to us now its weight in gold. We con-
tinued our unearthing till near night. We were a little dubious
about trying to move the boat, and concluded it was better to leave
it to dry and harden a little as we had plenty of time. Mr. Jacky
said he expected that we should be building boats two or more
weeks. He said we must clear away all the sand from the canoe that
we could, but that we could do this in the morning while Mattigan
cooked us a little meat.
Before starting back we found in the morning that the boat had
dried very much, and we went to work to relieve it of the rest of the
sand in and around it. When we had finished Mr. J acky took his
knife and went to where the most decayed part appeared to be and
cut out a chip from the side and found the wood quite sound under
one-fourth of an inch of the decayed outside. Then he pronounced
it all right.
We started back, and he and I got out near and opposite the old
bayou camp, as I told him that we, not being able to cross, had not
disturbed anything on this, the west, side of the river. Now we were
about three miles from the boat yard. We diverged a little from the
river and came to a lagoon, which ran in a parallel line with it. We
followed the margin of the upper end of the lagoon. All at once Mr.
Jacky stopped short. I was twenty or more yards behind him. He
placed his finger on his lips. I knew the import-silence. I looked
around expecting to see him prepare to shoot, and trying to find the
object. He perceived my perplexity and beckoned me to him, ad-
monishing me by signs to make no noise. He only pointed to the
soft mud and water which showed recent tracks of buffalo. Though
they were the first I had ever seen, I knew at a glance what it meant.
He told me in a whisper to note whether I could hear or see any-
thing. After a half minute I shook my head. He signaled me to be
still where I was and started, as I saw, to ascertain the probable
number, and to see whether they were feeding or on the tramp. I
was a little curious to see what he intended to do. He turned direct
to the river and said, as if to himself, we have the wind of them.
Then I hurried to camp, and soon I saw the Governor, Holston, and
Mr. Harrison in full preparation. The men at work were on the
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