The Southwestern Historical Quarterly, Volume 63, July 1959 - April, 1960 Page: 375
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Emma Altgelt's Sketches of Life in Texas
it was not a dangerous one. Wine and cookies served as our
supper. Lightning, thunder, and the downpour continued without
interruption. Our companion was frightened by the storm and
even more so by the thought of an encounter with Indians which
at that time were not unusual, often with fatal results. At last
she fell asleep. My husband had already fallen asleep, his head
resting upon my knees. I do not think I closed an eye.
Toward dawn, I heard a rooster crowing, and lo and behold,
we found ourselves close to a farm. If we had only suspected it
the evening before. Now we had prospects of getting breakfast.
You did not rely in vain upon the hospitality of the old settlers.
After we and our animals had enjoyed a meal, we were again on
our way; we were convinced that we could reach shelter that day.
The morning was clear and beautiful, but progress was slow be-
cause of wet roads.
In the afternoon another storm broke loose, even wilder, if
possible, than the one of the day before. We were in a forest of
cedars where there was only a narrow blazed path, visible only
with difficulty even in daytime. It turned darker and darker. Now
a wheel would be on a cedar stump, now one would slide down to
a precipice. Everywhere new streams were rushing. And yet it
was beautiful when a bolt of lightning illuminated the forest.
How majestic the cedars looked and what wonderful fragrance
they sent out. We had long ceased to know whether we were on
the right road, when toward to o'clock in the evening, we saw a
ray of light. Columbus could not have rejoiced more when he
discovered land than we did when we spied a house. Literally
speaking, we did not have a dry thread on our bodies. We awak-
ened the owner of the farm. The place was located on Wasp Creek.
They invited us inside, gave us dry clothes, provided our empty
stomachs with food, and lit a big fire in the fireplace that felt good
even in those first days of August. We were not far from the home
of our traveling companion. The following day, after our clothes
had dried, we were on our way again and reached Sisterdale with-
out getting lost.
The enchanting valley, bordering Sister Creek and the Guada-
lupe, has about six or eight farms. The owners, all highly edu-
cated persons, are honored by being called Lateiner [Latins]. You
could not think of finding better company than you could find
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