Nesbitt Memorial Library Journal, Volume 6, Number 3, September, 1996 Page: 154
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pass through. At the upper extremity a bale of
cotton would be thrown upon the plane and a
start downward given it, its momentum being
accelerated at every inch of the way, acquiring
towards the last almost a lightening speed.
Reaching the negroes below they would dexter-
ously catch it with their hooks and give it any
direction they desired with as much ease as if it
had been an ordinary feather pillow, instead of
a 500 lb bale of cotton. As well as I can
remember it required three days for us to reach
Mobile. This loading by installments was kept
up all the way. It went on during the night as
well as during the day. It mattered not how com-
fortably we were situated with our beds, on top
of bales of cotton, occasionally we had to move
to another place,-give room for more cotton.
This of course was quite annoying.
Reaching Mobile we were quickly trans-
ferred to another boat bound for N. O. The ac-
commodations on this boat were no better than
those of the first. The next morning we were in
N. O. As soon as practicable we got aboard of
a Gulf Steamer bound for Galveston. We had
the same rough passage with the mules and
vulgar deck hands. Some of our party suffered
a great deal from sea sickness. I think we
remained in Galveston one night then started up
Buffalo Bayou to Houston. At this place our
waggons were re-rigged and we started for
Columbus Colorado Co Texas, by land. I
remember how briskly the team struck out for
Columbus, so glad were they to place their feet
upon terra firma. But if the mules were glad to
walk upon the earth once more, the white and
black two legged creatures were ten thousand
times gladder. There appeared to be consider-
able rejoicing at our arrival by all the towns-
people. There were but few people in Texas
then and a "new comer" was looked upon as
quite an aquisition to the state. We found a home
on the east side of the Colorado in a small pin-
oak board house. At this place I helped to make
a crop of corn and cotton. In the summer Mr
Tooke sold the crop, & purchased a piece of
unimproved land about 2 miles east of where
Oakland now stands. To this place we all moved
and began the work of improving our new
home. There were but very few settlers in this
vast scope of rich country. Calep Joiner, T. J.
Henderson, Henry Terrell, Sam Berry and
George Holman and their families were about
all the settlers, at least they were our only neigh-
bors. Deer and Turkeys, Coons & Opossums
were plentiful, no trouble to kill a venison at any
John Tooke very unwisely settled on the
bank of a stagnant creek in a dense thicket, in
consequence of which the whole family were
stricken down with chills and fever. William a
son by his first wife died and Sarah his first
daughter by my mother also died and their
bodies were buried on a high hill which over-
looks the scene of their sufferings and which
became the family graveyard, where [illegible]
mothers remains rest. I think it was the begin-
ning of the third year he moved his house to a
hill about three fourths of a mile south of the
first settlement, where we all enjoyed better
health. I cant recall any thing of interest that
transpired while I lived under the roof of John
Tooke, or at least any thing that is worth
recording here, except that my mother and my
sister Martha were very kind to me. To illus-
trate how devoted my mother was to me I will
relate that on a Sunday morning while on my
way to church I very unthoughtedly ran a horse
race, my horse fell with me and shattered my
left arm at or near the wrist. The Doctor was
called and it was "set." The Doctor left. The
neighbors called and asked how I was "getting
on" and some of them would give advice as to
what should be done. Then they would retire.
There were some twelve or fifteen in the family,
but none sat up around that bedside through the
long stilly weary hours but my mother. I en-
dured great pain and for many nights my sleep
lasted but few minutes at a time, but whenever
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