The Texas Almanac, for 1860, with Statistics, Historical and Biographical Sketches, &c., Relating to Texas. Page: 73
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HISTORY OF TEXAS. 73
As we neared the grove, all was hushed. The object of our march was soon
plainly told; it was the battle-field of the Salado. In a moment all was still as night.
Soon we had dismounted, and turned to view the scene. I have beheld many a
scene; I have stood upon the battle-field; I have seen companion after companion
fall by my side, and as they lay weltering in their gore, I have gazed upon
their dying agonies. But oh compared with the scene here, it was nothing.
Many present had lost relatives; all had lost friends. It had been my fortune to
lose no relatives. Yet, as I stood there upon that field of slaughter, and gazed
upon the grief-stricken father, as he sought out the unburied corpse of his son; as
I marked that brother, as he stood with burning eyes to which no friendly tear
gave relief fixed upon the gaping wound that laid his last, his only brother low;
as I saw that weeping son rain bhis tears upon the inanimate form of his gray-
haired father, whrse distorted features, even so long after death, too plainly told the
dreadful agony of his dying moments-yes, I felt that I had rather have fallen with
them, than have been spared to witness the scene. I marked friend after friend
that lay on that field of the dead. There lay the gallant Dawson-that brave, that
noble man, by whose side I stood on the field of San Saba. There lay the one
whose fearless and noble bearing cheered my youthful courage through that dark
and doubtful conflict. Yes, there he lay, slain in a conflict when his brave arm was
powerless I Near him lay the gallant Woods. Brave old man! He had often
wished to die on the battle-field; his wish, alas l too soon was gratified. I had
known him when I was a prattling child. He was an old man then. From him I
had received many acts of kindness. And as I stood over him on that field of
death, and gazed upon the manly form from which the wind swept back his long
silvered hair, I wept-yes, for him-as for a father. It is called weakness in the
soldier to shed a tear; yet the man who could stand and gaze unmoved upon that
scene, might boast a heart harder by far than the hardened granite. Not far off,
reposing in his last sleep, was the brave old Berry. Who, amid the early struggles
of this country, did not know old David Berry? When was the tocsin ever
sounded, that he was not the first to shoulder his gun and hasten to the scene of
danger, where ever in the van he was found ? Noble old soldier! that heart, one of
the noblest that ever beat in the breast of man, is stilled. Thy battles are all
fought, even the last great fight-death! Sleep on, good soldier; never-fading
laurels crown thy brow; thy countrymen remember thee still ! There, too, was the
lion-hearted Pendleton. His country was in danger. Scarce waiting to bid his
weeping wife adieu, with eager haste he sped his way to that fatal but glorious
field. There, battling in the sacred cause of freedom, he fell. Brave friend, nobly
hast thou done thy duty Freely was thy blood poured out to water the young
scion of Liberty in the Lone Star Republic I Faithful soldier, thou art not forgot-
ten! A step further might be seen the daring Alexander. Along our western
border was heard the wild note of war. From a fond, happy home, he tore him-
self away to meet on that bloody ground his country's foes. There, for his blee;d-
ing country, he offered up the sacrifice of his life. But they fell not alone. Around
them lay many a gallant soldier to whom war's wild alarms shall no more come.
War-worn soldier, thy trials, thy hardships are over ! Thy long sleep shall be un-
broken, till that last great trump shall sound, to call forth thy slumbering spirit to
meet again those kindred from whom thou wast thus early torn I Long will Texas
mourn her gallant sons. Fayette County, well may you mourn your fallen heroes.
The lot was thine to send forth that Spartan band, no more to return to thee, till
by weeping friends thei bones were gathered from the distant field to find their
last kind rest high on Ofonument Hill. They fell; but long will they live in
the hearts of their admiring countrymen. Their names stand recorded high on the
historic page of their country's glory, where they shall shine with undiminished
lustre through countless ages, and unborn generations will teach their praise. Fa-
yette, guard sacredly thy treasures I Sons and daughters of 'Fayette, deck with
flowers their honored bier, for. the rich inheritance of the happy homes'you now
enjoy I They fell; they are gone; but long will they live in the grateful hearts of
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The Galveston News. The Texas Almanac, for 1860, with Statistics, Historical and Biographical Sketches, &c., Relating to Texas., book, 1860~; (texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth123766/m1/75/: accessed January 21, 2019), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, texashistory.unt.edu; crediting Texas State Historical Association.