The Quarterly of the Texas State Historical Association, Volume 5, July 1901 - April, 1902 Page: 13
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Reminiscences of Capt. Jesse Burnam.
time for the old man's gun. I didn't feel as though I could walk,
but I started on my first hunt. I had not gone far when I saw
two deer, a fawn and its mother. I shot the fawn first, knowing
the doe would not run far, then I shot and killed her. "Oh ho !"
said 1, "two deer in one day, and my first hunt !" I took the fawn
to camp to my hungry children, and took William, my oldest boy,
and a horse after the doe. My wife had dressed a skin and made
William a shirt, but it lacked one sleeve, so she dressed the fawn
skin that day and made the other sleeve.
It was while camped at Independence that I saw my first Indian.
I went out to kill a deer and had killed one and was butchering it,
when an Indian came up and wanted to take it from me. I would
not let him have it, but got it on my back the best I could and
started for camp. The Indian began to yell, I suppose for help,
but I would have died rather than give the deer up. I thought if
there was only one I would put my knife in him and save my gun
for another. I walked along as fast as I could, he pulling at the
deer and making signs that he wanted it on his back. I could not
put it down to rest, so I walked into a gully and rested it on a bank,
the Indian all the time making frightful threats and grimaces. Oh,
but I was mad! When I got to camp it was full of Indians, and
every one had been dividing meat with them. I told them I would
not give them a piece to save my life, and that if that Indian came
about me I'd kill him.
I stayed in that camp four or five months, and then moved down
on the Colorado to what is now the John Holman plantation. It
was the league that Austin had surveyed for me, my name being the
thirteenth on the list of Austin's colony. All the colony had moved
further down, so it was the highest upon the river of any of the
settlements, and most exposed to Indians. All my neighbors moved
down for protection, and at last I had to go, but did not stay long.
I went back and built me a block house to fight from. It was at
this place I had my trouble with the Indians in recovering the
horses they tried to carry off.1
We were still out of bread, and it had been nine months since
we had seen any. A man from lower down the country came up
and told me that he had corn that he had planted with a stick.
'See the account, pp. 15-17.
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