Nesbitt Memorial Library Journal, Volume 9, Number 1, January, 1999 Page: 45
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East ferry. There were three boats full. My
mother, always ready to help young people in
their pleasures, was the chaperone. Just about
half mile from Mr. Little's the boat my parents
and two young girls were in struck an eddy in
the river near a large tree; owing to the river
being very high, this tree was in the water. As
the boat went down my father caught my mother
and made her hold to a branch of the tree. Mr.
Brooks caught the other girls, and the oarsman
helped them. My sister and her husband floated
down the river near the Little place, and both
were picked up by the boat that was leading.
My sister heard Mr. Geo. McCormick say,
"There is Miss Cara. Catch her by her hair,"
(her long hair was floating on the water) and
she threw up her hand and was saved in that
way. Mr. Little heard the noise on the river,
said he instinctively felt he would be needed.
He called a negro and told him to put his horse
to his buggy, and very fortunate it was as he
took my sister and brother home at once and
got a doctor for them. Both the other boats
landed on the North bank of the river. The moon
was shining brightly, and those young people,
both young men and young ladies, all offered
up beautiful prayers begging for the safety of
my brother and sister (who they did not know
had been rescued) and in thanks for those who
had been saved. It was with much persuasion
the men could get the ladies to even get in the
boat long enough to cross the river when com-
ing home. It was a long time before my brother
and sister and parents recovered. That was the
last time I was ever in a sciff.
My sister's marriage to Mr. H. D.
Donald, a young lawyer, put away all thought
of going to Europe to study art. I was greatly
worried at her, for I could not go alone then.
My father was at this time in business with Mr.
J. N. Binkley and still running his farm. When
the yellow fever was so bad in Alleyton and
few cases here, many people left town. We with
seven families camped on Harvey's Creek. We
were there about three months. My father was
very ill when there and was attended by Drs.
Will McLeary and Brown. We had three young
men take their meals at our tent. We had a pleas-
ant time. Many young men were there and we
had games at night and went out hunting chick-
ens, eggs, and butter, and often came back with
a chicken hanging to the saddle. After three
months camping we were glad to get back to
town. The fever was not bad in Columbus, but
there were several deaths among those cases.
At La Grange it was very bad and there were
many deaths. It was also very bad in Alleyton.
Columbus was almost depopulated, I think was
why it was not so bad here. My father had been
in bad health since before the war. He and my
mother decided on a trip to Tennessee hoping
it would benefit him, but he grew gradually
worse and died four weeks after their arrival at
the home of Dr. D. M. Henning and was bur-
ied in St. Paul Cemetery at his request by his
only brother. My mother returned home later
to find my sister very ill. However, she with
good attention recovered.
The night before my parents left Texas
I was a bridesmaid of Miss Lua Harbert and
Mr. Webb Harcourt, Mrs. Pearl Wooten's par-
ents. Mr. Mahon was a groomsman and ac-
companied me there that night. My father had
me come to his room and let him see my dress.
He seemed please and said to me, "I think you
are going with a nice, clean man, and I want
you to know I like him very much." That night
I became engaged to Mr. Mahon and never
regretted it. That was, I think, in '68. I mar-
ried him June 4, 1872, four years later. Rev.
Charles Lame, a friend of my husband, and he
had, when I was 17 years old, baptised me and
taken me in full membership of the church.
After my mother moved into her new
house she had boarders, and one was a young
Prof. Post from Bethlehem, Penn. He had
opened a school in the old brick building called
Colorado College. He had a private school.
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