The Quarterly of the Texas State Historical Association, Volume 3, July 1899 - April, 1900 Page: 91
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"Adventures of the "Lively" Immigrants. 91
through after the rain. I put out in a long stride after examining
my gun, priming it afresh. After going a mile or two, I come all at
once to a place that I recognized as one I had passed the evening be-
fore. I now kept my course from the wind. I had struck a prairie,
and, still keeping my course, I eventually came upon a flag pond
with but little water. Here I was bothered a little. I detected a flat
which looked as though it might be a drain in a wet season to carry
off the surplus water, which must empty into a larger stream, or
the river. But there were more than one. This one ran a hundred or
so yards and emptied itself into the swamp. Seeing a row of water
flags off to my right, I went and found a dry looking lagoon. I went
on and followed it, and thought it might empty itself into the pond;
but as it appeared to favor my idea and course I determined to see
the end. My idea now was to try to find which way it emptied itself.
I saw one place where I thought the drift indicated that I was go-
ing down it, and soon I thought it deepened; and by and by I found
that it was a bayou. But was it to empty into the river? In half a
mile further I saw the appearance of timber, and a little further on
I detected now and then some stunted bunches of cane, and soon a
stiff cane brake on both sides, and then I found what I needed very
much, some water in a hole.
On the next turn of the bayou, just around the point, I discerned
three deer after water. There was now a necessity for me to shoot
one, as I had none of my little deer left. They were in the shade, and
one had lain down. I killed one, and to my great joy and surprise
the report of my gun was answered below me a half mile or so. I
went two hundred yards and saw the river. I built a good fire and
then went and took the entrails from my deer. Then I returned to
the river, as they had arrived and were hallooing for me. They com-
menced with a good many questions, which I interrupted by asking
if they had any cold meat. They had killed nothing, the rain hav-
ing driven the deer into the prairie. I was asked what I shot at,
and I told them if two of them would go two hundred yards to a hole
of water they would find a fine large buck. ..... The deer was
brought, and a good part cooked and eaten. The old Governor said
the Indian sign was made by those of the wigwam we passed.
We now made another start, Mr. Holston occupying my seat in
the little boat. It had been given to Beddinger, but he had missed
killing two deer and a turkey, and Mr. Holston was in charge. I
told the old Governor that he had better retain Mr. Holston as per-
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