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into thin mush we were compelled to move. We having many foot sore
men with us, the shoes being near worn out, Salezar in surprising
kindness chartered, or ordered a requisition from the Alcalde to
furnish a rude rickiety Mexican cart, to carry those unfortunates, but
before proceeding a mile the cart broke down, the men had to get out
and walk. Among those men was John McAllister, a native of Ten-
nessee of good family; his ankles were badly swollen and sprained.
McAllister was ordered by Salezar to march along and overtake the
main body of prisoners, now some distance in advance. Captain
Salezar had frequently threatened those who were hardly able to keep
up, that he would shoot them rather than have the march delayed.
Salezar himself, if we tarried or fell behind, struck us severly with
the flat side of his sword. I once tarried too long at the camp fire,
and he came up ordered me forward, enforcing his order by striking me.
On being driven from the cart, McAllister declared his inability to
proceed on foot. Salezar drew his sword, he looked angry, some half
dozen of our men were near by, among them my cousin Antonio M.
Erhard, who related this fact to me.
"Forward," said Salezar, "or I will shoot you on the spot!"
"Damn, shoot then," replied McAllister, throwing off his blanket and
exposing his manly breast. Salezar took him at his word and shot him.
In my imagination it appears to me, that as the recording angels in
heaven wrote down this last curse of the brave Texan, tears dropped
down and they blotted out the curse. His ears were then cut off, his
shirt and pants stripped from him, and his body thrown on the road
side as food for dogs or wolves.
Most of us did not know of the occurrence till night fall, for we
were not allowed to stop, rest or chat, till the day's journey was over,
and then by eye witnesses that brutal act was related to us. The reader
can imagine that a thrill of horror ran through us all, while we were
totally powerless to avenge the death of such a noble, brave comrade.
Late in the afternoon of that day we reached the Casa Colorado,
(red house), a large hacienda and trading establishment. Passing the
little collection of houses, we reached a grove of cottonwoods near
the Rio Grande, and there encamped; it was a pretty sight. Here
the guard killed a beef, and as the manner is quite different from
ours, I will describe it. After the beef was killed and skinned and laid
on the ground, the men cut off first the fore legs, then the hind legs,
they then cut off the rib parts, and last of all they took out the insides
and entrails. Once in Texas, in 1843, near the Rio Grande, at King's
rancho, I saw Mexicans strip beef in long strips, perhaps half an inch
thick, then hang it up in the hot sun and dry it for a day or two, no
salt was used but in that dry, arid region it kept well, and the meat
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