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298 Texas Historical Association Quarterly.
ison in exchange for ammunition. They found our people in a
wretched condition. My sister and one brother had died, while
the two remaining brothers were very ill with the fever.
My husband chartered a sloop to take us to the mainland. Cap-
tain Scott, the owner of the sloop, lived on one of the bayous, and
we stopped at his house. He received us with the greatest kindness
and kept us with him several days until we were thoroughly rested.
I have never seen more hospitable people than those of Captain
Scott's family. Three miles from Captain Scott, on the other side
of the bayou, lived a Mr. Kokernot.
We went to Harrisburg where my husband had rented a house.
As we were carrying our baggage into the house and I had just
thrown down a big bundle, an Indian carrying two big hams upon
his back approached me, saying, "Swap! Swap!" I retreated
behind a table upon which lay a loaf of bread, whereupon the In-
dian threw down the hams, picked up the bread and walked off.
As a matter of fact, the Indians were in the main quite ami-
cable. They were constantly wishing to exchange skins for pots
and other utensils. Quite a number of them was camping on
Buffalo Bayou. I have often sewed clothes for them in exchange
for moccasins. They were Coshattis, and big, strong men. There
were also Kickapoos, who, however, were small.
We all lived together in the house during the rest of the winter.
The house was very poor, and only in the kitchen was there a fire-
place. My father carried on a butcher's trade, while my sister and
I took lessons in sewing from a Mrs. Swearingen and made clothes
for Moore's Store. We were all unused to that kind of work, but
we felt that we must save our money; and, when required by neces-
sity, one learns to do what one has never done before. We had our
pleasures, too. Our piano had been much damaged; but I played
on it anyway, and the young people of Harrisburg danced to the
music. Toward summer, we all took the fever; and it seemed to
me as if we would never get rid of it. We had no medicines, and
there were of course no physicians.
Tn the fall my husband, who had been in Cat Spring, came to
Harrisburg with a team of oxen to take us with him. The roads
in the Brazos bottom being impassable on account of the mud,
we camped at Weeten's. This was the first house on the road from
Harrisburg to Cat Spring, and was a good day's journey from the
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Texas State Historical Association. The Quarterly of the Texas State Historical Association, Volume 1, July 1897 - April, 1898, periodical, 1897/1898; Austin, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth101009/m1/324/: accessed April 24, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu; crediting Texas State Historical Association.