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Southwestern Historical Quarterly
before, behind and on either side of us - the top of a pine fell
on Rothrock crushing his umbrella, nearly breaking his arm and
head and knocking his horse down. We reached the town of
Hunger field after dark, but could not get a place to stay and
were compeld to go a mile further to one Finby's; - our cloth-
ing, indeed everything was drenched with water. The house when
we reached it, was almost litterly afloat and no fire. The family
consisted of the master (a doubtful characted) one dissipated son,
an old negro man, who was our hostler, cook, and c[h] ambermaid.
Mrs. Finly, chose last spring to retreat to her father's roof -
certainly without leave, but not, I suspect without cause. 40 miles
to day, through the rain, and three of our men sick. I found the
driest puncheons I could - wraped in my wet blankets and lay
on the floor, not to sleep, for the wind blew the rain, every few
minutes through the chincked walls in my face. Add to this an
old sow and litter of half drowned pigs, were immediately under
me and kept up a grunting and squeaking throughout the night.
I thought of Burns night, in the highlands.
8th. Arose at light this morning and found all our horses gone
except two - found them all but three by 9 o'clock - although
the rain had obliterated all traces of them for two miles, I struck
their trail in the tall grass at last, and followed on till I overtook
them. The other three we found in the evening, and rode ten
miles. This town of Dangerfield, consists of three or four cabins
scarce fit for pigsties. We staid at Ellison's, and there learned
that the ferry boat, on big Cyprus had sunk and we must swim.
We succeeded in raising the boat and dragging her ashore, by
swiming in and fastning a grape vine to the bow, which was only
4 or 5 feet under water. The stream is only 40 or 50 feet wide,
and 15 or 20 deep. We baled the water out of the boat and cut
up some rope halter to cork her. Got over safely by 11 A. M. I
pushed on for little Cyprus. These streams, the bottoms and
bayous on them, abound with alligators, besides many other reptiles
common to Texas. Reached Little Cyprus late in the evening.
I had fallen behind with Burchill; who was sick. When I came
up, most of the horses were loose and running through the woods.
They could not get them to swim it. Peters was raving, swearing
and scolding most vociferously, and not doing or likely to do any-
thing else. I dismounted from my horse, striped myself and
horse and mounted him, enterd the stream telling the rest if
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Texas State Historical Association. The Southwestern Historical Quarterly, Volume 34, July 1930 - April, 1931, periodical, 1931; Austin, Texas. (texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth101091/m1/28/: accessed December 15, 2017), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, texashistory.unt.edu; crediting Texas State Historical Association.