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an unslacked state. When dug up as from a well, and exposed to
the air it will slack like our burnt lime. When washed by heavy
rains, out of quarries into the grass, it kills it. Rubbing a piece
between your hands, and washing will clean like soap. I was
unwell this morning, and did not leave my bed untill 9 o'clock.
Peters, Rowthrock and Taylor started early this morning for San
Antonio, leaving the ballance to follow to St. Marks. Our Reg.
is ordered down to La Baca, and we may have to go there. Peters
goes (as he says) to receive orders. I opposed the proceeding, we
were to proceed to San Antonio, and thither I insisted on going
to gether. But he would go on. I have a presentiment all's not
right. He gave one of the men, 2 1/2 dollars, all the money left
to pay our way- he offer'd to me first, and I refused to take it -
one of the Overleys got a kick yesterday on the shin by a mule,
and is unable to ride today, the other remains at Austin with him.
Should we proceede immediately to La Baca, we leave the San
Antonio road at St. Marks. I left Austin at 2 1/2 P. M. and
overtook the party at Manshacka Spring 12 miles from the former
place. The spring is a very large one of limestone water, sur-
rounded by a delightful grove of live, post oak, and cedar. High,
rich, rolling prairie. Site for a tavern.
21st. My horse with two others got loose last night and started
back on the Austin road: I hunted two or three hours, and gave
it up, believing they were taken by Tonqua Indians - two parties
of whom were encamped within three miles of us, one a head, the
other behind on the road. I returned, lay down and slept soundly
untill daylight, when I mounted a horse and started back. They
had been stoped by a party of travlers 4 miles back. I returned,
got some corn for them, at 1 dollar per bushel. Rode 10 miles
and stoped to rest at the Live oak Spring, a beautiful place. The
fever and pain in my head, did not come on as soon to day as
formerly but more violent. I reached St. Marks at sunset.
Heaven only knows how much, I this day suffered. Peters left
word here for us to come on to San Antonio. 2 miles north of
St. Marks we crossed the Blanco, a mountain torent of purest
water, narrow and deep, there is the finest spring or springs, (for
they are not less than 50 in a distance of 200 yds.) I ever beheld.
These springs gush from the foot of a high cliff and boil up as
from a well in the middle of the channel. One of these, the first
you see in going up the stream, is near the center, the channel is
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