The Southwestern Historical Quarterly, Volume 44, July 1940 - April, 1941 Page: 16
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TWO TEXAS PATRIOTS'
HUGH H. YOUNG
At the age of eighteen months I was taken by my father,
General William Hugh Young, and my mother, Frances Kemper
Young, from San Antonio, Texas, where I was born, to Austin
by stagecoach. It was winter, and the black, waxy roads were
wet with continuous rains. The stagecoach, drawn by six horses,
struggled over these terrible roads, and although relayed every
few miles with a fresh string of animals, arrived at Austin late
in the night. Mother and Father, wet, bedraggled and tired,
put up at the hotel, and while they prepared to retire placed
me on the big double bed. A large whisky toddy was prepared
by Father, enough for himself and Mother, and this he placed
on the table beside the bed. Attracted by the amber color of
the liquid, I seized it with my baby hands and tossed off the
larger part of it, according to the story I have heard recounted
many a time. My parents, busy in their preparations to go to bed,
did not notice what I had done until almost all of their refresh-
ment had disappeared, and then were horrified at the thought
of what might happen. But nothing did happen, except that I
became uproariously drunk, refused to go to sleep, continued
to keep up a perfect carnival of noise and merriment through-
out the night, and prevented my parents from getting any sleep.
Strange to say, I didn't get sick, and the next day was none
the worse for having imbibed what was thought to be enough
for my father and mother. This inoculation against the effect
of whisky probably has stood me in good stead many a time.
Early in life, I was placed in the tender care of my grand-
father, General Hugh Franklin Young. To me he was a heroic
character, over six feet tall, straight as an Indian, handsome,
and fearless. He had had thrilling experiences fighting white
men, red men, and Mexicans, and I usually refused to go to
sleep until he told me a story.
Grandfather was a huntsman and frequently went out for
1From the complete story of Dr. Hugh Young's life in Hugh Young:
A Surgeon's Autobiography, which is to be published by Harcourt Brace
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