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The Writings of Fannie Amelia Dickson Darden
arisen and superceded the one lone house on the
east end where I was first carried in the arms of
Col. Morehead. Upon the signal tower, the Lone
Star flag was waving. I looked upon it with that
impassioned feeling which in the young heart the
patriot fire evokes, little thinking that it was the
last time I should ever behold it floating above
the republic. Arrived in New Orleans a pleasant
surprise awaited us. Mr. Hudson, the Santa Fe
prisoner, had been liberated from his prison in
Mexico, through the interposition ofGen. Waddy
Thompson, United States minister to Mexico, was
there on his way to New York to meet his affi-
anced wife, the young lady of his previous ad-
venture, her parents having consented to their
union. All this he told us when he called with
Col. Bee to see us at the St. Charles.
My "Reminiscences" have now closed.
When I returned to Texas four years later, the
United States had planted her flag over our land,
and Texas was no longer a republic.
9. Romances of the Texas Revolution: Bowie
(published in Texas Prairie Flower, vol. 2, no.
12, June 1884)
The stupendous war, with its overwhelm-
ing results, through which we have just passed,
has almost completely overshadowed the com-
paratively small revolution in which Texas was
engaged thirty-four years ago. But still it is with
pride, mixed with a pleasurable sadness, that
those who now rejoice under the appellation of
"Old Texian," together with their descendants,
revert to the exciting and trying scenes of those
early days. I, who am a descendant of one of
our revolutionary soldiers, take great pleasure,
sometimes, in the reminiscences of some elderly
friends, who, to use the expression of one of them,
"were there and seen it all."
Thus it happened, on one of those lovely
days of summer when the perfections of nature
have expanded in all their charms, the season of
the year which to me is peculiarly delightful, thatI had gathered in my little parlor a company of
those much to be revered links between the
present and the past, from whom by hint of ques-
tioning and a coup d' etat of womanly tact, I
succeeded in eliciting a series of incidents and
historical facts, which I design giving to the world
in a succession of articles intended to embrace
the whole of the Mexican war, from the fall of
the Alamo to the battle of San Jacinto.
As Mrs. Wilson was the first who took
the bait which I had dexterously thrown, I give
her relation as follows: "I had not been in the
country very long," she said, after recounting her
sensations on landing here, "before Bowie come
from San Antonio."
Bowie!" I exclaimed, my attention in-
stantly riveted at the sound of that magic name;
"What kind of a looking man was he?"
"Ah, he was one in a thousand!" said
the old lady, with an expression of admiration,
w hich showed that the light of romance which
had illuminated her once handsome features was
not altogether extinguished. "A bold, large,
brawny man, with dark blue eyes, deep set in his
head. His hair was what might be called a light
brown. Pistalio was with him. He was a friend
of Bowie, and quite a young man, say about
twenty-five, elegant in manners, graceful and
handsome. Bowie was at that time a widower,
having been married to Senorita Ursula
Veremendi, who died, together with her two chil-
dren, during an epidemic of cholera which had
prevailed on Mexico a year or two before, tak-
ing "all his pretty chickens and their dam at one
fell swoop." It was said of Bowie that he had
been a devoted husband and father and the loss
of his family had left a shade of melancholy upon
his life. Be that as it may, he had never shown
any inclination to resume the matrimonial state.
At the time I saw him, he was too completely
absorbed in the momentous subject of Texas in-
dependence to yield himself to the beguiling in-
fluences of those softer emotions of the heart.
He seemed as one insulated from all such feel-163
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