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dangerous he thought best to stop for a few days at least. We remained there thirteen days expecting me to die every day but at the end of that time we took up our line of march for Texas again but it was several weeks before I was even able to stand on my feet. By the time we reached Shreveport nearly half of our entire company were sick. My uncle stopped at Greenwood I think just over the Texas line. We still tried to travel. At Greenwood my aunt died in a few days after they stopped and a couple of my uncle's negroes also died while there. Texas then was thinly settled. We reached the point of our destination on the third day of February 1857. I believe there was only four of the entire family both colored and white able to be up when we stopped and on the 6th day of Feb. just 3 days after our arrival my eldest brother 13 years old who was just convalessing from a severe attack of pneumonia taken a congestive chill and died in a few hours. This was the first death but 0 Kind Reader not the last for in less than three weeks from the time my dear brother was laid to rest all alone in a new graveyard on my Brother-in-law's place there was nine new mounds beside him. My brother-in-law had been in Texas three years but his family both white and colored suffered if anything worse than ours for nearly every member of the family that got sick died in a few days but they were all treated by the same doctor if doctor he might be called he was a full fledged quack I am satisfied. We would all have come off much better without a doctor at all. We had to nurse our own sick and almost bury our own dead. What few people there was in the country at that time were perfectly panic stricken. They were kind to us in many ways but would not come in the house. Our sickness was as great a scare to the old Texans then as the yellow fever. After a few days we succeeded in renting a farm from one man and a small house from another in the little town of S-- seven miles from my brother-in-law. And in a few days after we moved my eldest sister and my playmate brother were prostrate with the same fever which had proved so fatal to us and the same quack who I now
Handwritten notes written by Cornelia Garner describing what she remembers of moving to Texas as a child, living on a farm in Navarro County, managing a ranch and making cloth during the Civil War, and various other details that she remembered. There are sketches at the end that appear to be properties, labeled with names.
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