True stories of old Houston and Houstonians: historical and personal sketches / by S. O. Young. Page: 232
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232 TRUE STORIES OF OLD
Texan, for he was the scion of E. J. Davis, who earned such
an undesirable reputation as the governor of Texas during the
Judge Davis was a Union man, so when Texas withdrew from
the Union he went North. Having gone North, he did more
than some others who left with him-he went into the army
and fought against us. Since in refusing to stand by Texas in
its fight against the North was a matter of principle with him,
I do not blame him at all for what he did. His entering the
Federal army showed that he was willing to fight for his prinsiple
and I admire him for that. Had he stopped then no Texan
would have ever had the right to complain, but after the war his
acts as a governor, backed by bayonets, were so outrageous that
no true Texan can or ever will forgive him.
I am not familiar with his record as a soldier during the war.
All I know of it is the last and closing chapter. Soon after the
Federal troops took possession of Houston Colonel E. J. Davis
arrived with his regiment. It sounded very funny then and
sounds a bit funny yet, but this regiment was called the First
Texas Regiment, and was known to the remainder of the army
as a genuine Texas regiment, loyal to the Union. I know it is not
prejudice that makes me say it, for any one who ever saw that
regiment will say the same thing, they were the greatest aggregation
of scoundrels and cutthroats that ever disgraced a uniform.
So far as being Texans is concerned, I don't think there
was a genuine Texan in the whole lot, though doubtless there
were some who had a right to claim that they had lived in Texas.
They were mostly low down Mexicans with a good sprinkling of
negroes, and they all looked as if they had been recruited from
the jails and penitentiaries. Where Colonel Davis ever found so
many outlaws and how he ever kept even the semblance of au.
thority over them has always been a mystery to me.
They had not been here long before highway robberies, sluggings
and other outrages, of which I have already spoken, became
of almost nightly occurrence. Finding that their would-be
victims were prepared for them too often for their own safety,
and after one or two of them had been found dead on the streets
with the telltale slungshot knotted to their wrists, they turned
their attention to other and safer modes of plunder. They took
to raiding nearby farm houses, ill treating the occupants and
carrying-off everything of value they could lay their hands on.
They did not go in twos or threes, but went in force and as no
notice of their intended raids was ever given they had things
their own way.
One bright moonlit night in the fall of 1865, Mrs. W. E. Rogers,
widow of the gallant Colonel Rogers, who died so bravely
at the head of the Second Texas regiment at Fort Robinett, near
Corinth, Miss., during the war, was aroused from her sleep by
blows on her front door. She and her two daughters were alone
at their home near Eureka, on the Houston and Texas Central
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Young, Samuel Oliver. True stories of old Houston and Houstonians: historical and personal sketches / by S. O. Young., book, 1913; Galveston, Texas. (texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth24646/m1/232/: accessed April 24, 2017), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, texashistory.unt.edu; .