The Southwestern Historical Quarterly, Volume 63, July 1959 - April, 1960 Page: 374
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he made a trip to San Antonio. Acquaintances and relatives living
there succeeded in getting my mother's consent and she acceded
to the wish of my fiance. Without my knowledge, he had already
secured a marriage license. I was then invited to a wedding. I
thought of an engaged couple of my acquaintance. When it
dawned on me that my own wedding was intended I became
quite upset and was incapable of making any preparation. I was
married in a small Mexican house, the residence of a sister of
our New Braunfels girl friend, where some friends had gathered
in the meantime. A young bride, member of the household, fur-
nished the wreath and veil. Without having to rack my brain
about a bridal dress, a dowry, or furniture, I became the wife
of my beloved husband. The next few days we remained in San
Antonio. Instead of going directly to our home, we drove to New
Braunfels (as I wished) to pick up Miss P., the lady from Sister-
dale. On an afternoon, the journey from New Braunfels to the
hill country began.
Since the road was the rockiest kind in the country, it was
not long before something broke on the conveyance, fortunately
nothing of importance. It was repaired with leather straps and
When evening came, a storm arose. More magnificent cloud
formations than those in Texas, I have never seen anywhere, im-
mense and wildly-romantic like the country itself. Before long
the lightning and thundering were terrific. Such claps of thunder
are experienced only in a quasi-tropical climate. On top of that
the rain came down in torrents. To add to our discomfort, we
discovered that the side-curtains had been forgotten somewhere
and we did not know how to protect ourselves against the rain.
The road soon became muddy so that the horses could not get
on and darkness came, as black as a raven. Not knowing where we
were, there was nothing for us to do but to unhitch the animals,
tie them to one of the wheels, and for us to sit in our wet clothes
in the wet carriage. As provisions for our trip we had macaroons,
red wine, champagne, leftovers from our wedding celebration.
I asked for a swallow of wine. Our traveling companion handed
me a bottle; we had no cup. Exhausted, I took a hefty swallow
and discovered to my horror that a mix-up had occurred, that I
had swallowed a mixture for a recipe to make soap. Fortunately
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