Diary of the march of 17th Rangers—Mounted company of Texas volunteers—Kept by James K. Holland on 24th May—the day of our departure from Harrison county [Texas]—Company commanded by Capt Bird Holland. We left Elysian Field on this day about 11 o'clock—for the Rio Grande—women in tears, God bless them—their tears would make a recreant brave— we all felt gloomy of course for such a separation I look upon as worse if possible than death—for when death comes upon us the grief subsides and now we are parting from our friends perchance never to meet again—which leaves them in miserable suspense as to our future fate but such is the call—let us respond like men—like Texians.
After our gloomy reflections passed away—six cheers was echoed—re-echoed through camp—to the Donor of our Colors—the motto she gave with it will long, long be remembered—the motto will be Leona memoria in eterna—Thought of our parting state crept upon us until we crossed the Sabine (4 o'clock) when a general drunken spree ensued at the expense of J. M. Pelham he too sharing a goodly portion—Myself keeping him very good company—Thence to camp Egg—2 miles up the River when fun, frolic, drunkenness, and hilarity was the order of the night—The Capt's order to the contrary notwithstanding—other scenes occurring which however are not necessary to mention just here—Jo Pelham, M V Mann, and Spear H[olland] Junior guests at Mess No. 1—all slept pretty well—tho tolerable rough sleeping— but we expected hardship and heres for it with a full determination to see the Elephant and the Monkey.
25th. All hands up bright and early—all enquiring for the nearest water—Several of us dull and heavy all day—Took up the line of march—Capt H in charge of 1st Division—Lieut[.] S. the 2nd and Lieut H[olland, the writer] the 3rd. Today's travel was drowned in thoughts of home friends and those dear creatures we left behind us.
Doct. W. tried to have a chill but coul'dnt [sic] come it—travelled 22 miles to camp Tick (old Shepherd)—when scratching, eating, grumbling—was the order of the night a great disposition to rob one of the old man's bee gums was manifested but by some means or other it was not touched—J K H [the writer] could'nt [sic] sleep—cause quite evident. Reflecting on scenes and circumstances that occurred the day before and night previous coming from Ballards.
Long may my thoughts live when centered on the object of my Reflections on that night—in memoria eterna—J. B. P. tried and found guilty of disorderly conduct—Lieut H and orderly Standifer found guilty of the same offense—Very pleasant night—Company agreeable—Court of inquiry called—Lieut. S. in the chair—several cases of no particular interest—after a pleasant conversation sleep took possession of the camp and silence reigned supreme.
26th. Nothing occurred up to 12 oclock of interest—yes! Doct[.] W. had a chill sure enought—but got better and did'nt die—Mann accompanied us until dinner—to Waltons—passed by Maj[.] Haltom and the old Lady—God bless her Kind and generous old soul—gave us a gourd of sweet milk, one of butter do [ditto]—and one of molasses—Thence on by Cock's whiskey shop—took a drink and went on—some got drunk and some did'nt— intended to go to —— mill—but coul'dnt get our grinding done and started for Wynns—all mad and cursing—formed a line and being dark went it blind—sand Knee deep—reached Wynn's about 8 oclock—"Camp Spill" or Spill Camp—Bell was presented to the Court—accusation—A peculiar art he has of spilling gun's—Lieut H appointed by his Hon—as Solicitor in behalf of the company. Lieut S volunteered in behalf of the Defendant. Jury retired and brot in a verdict of guilty—he was given over to his conscience—The Gr. Jury then presented Jim Stephens for Stealing a hen off the roost—verdict guilty punishment—that the old hen should be given to the informant—and he deprived of eating any of her. Nothing further happened to mar the tranquility of the night—so we all went to bed and soon fell in old nappy's arms and at the sound of the trumpet up we got.
27th. Good coffee—molasses—biscuit and baugh naugh claughber—for breakfast—ate heartily and were off—
28th. Morning cloudy—fine day for going it—Dorman, Fields and Hill overtook the company—the Capt ordered Dorman and Fields to City of Austin with the muster Roll—they started in the morning—made a fair day's travel—.
29th. Sunday morning before starting we were greeted with a war Speech from Master Wynn—7 years of age—it was indeed a patriottic appeal—he beseeched us to go and fight like men—like Texians—for he expected every Texian to do his duty—go and battle for our country—for him and for his mother a hearty response (of 3 cheers) was huzard—no liquor in Camp took dinner 1 mile W. of Douglass—left the Road at Douglass—2 miles from Town to the left on account of corn—camp Lock—18 miles—the only thing amusing transpired was the very particular attention Lieut H [the writer] paid to Maj— he drank with the Maj. until he was as interesting as he thot the Maj's daughter was—wanted to accept an invitation to stay with him all night but the Capt wouldnt let me so I promised to return and give him a call.
29th. Thence into the Road thro the bushes and crossed the Angelina—J. K. H. [the writer] called on Mrs. Dust [Durst]—an old flame—but she want at home—Dr W. had another chill—J. B. P. got drunk and J[.] K[.] H[.] mad because the liquor was out—took dinner at Rev Burtons—at dinner the Canvass ham was furiously attacked and devoured 3 cheers to Madam Smith—cross the Naches—1 ½ miles to camp Ennis—travelled about 20 miles—rained all night—Killed first beef—Lieut H and Dr W. accepted an invitation to remain in doors—Lieut H wrote a long letter to his Daddy and Doctor Wall. J. K. H [.] a little sick—that terrible monster the tooth ache took possession of his jaws and oh! how it does trouble him—not in a very good humor no how—no liquor in camp and consequently every [thing] rolls on in an agreeable manner—
30th. the morning head of mess reported that No. 1 beef missing—quite hungry of course—arrived in 5 miles of Crockett and nooned and dined on nothing—J. B. P. in a terrible bad humor because Peter Kicked our gourd of molasses over and broke the gourd—overtook Gent Darnell enroute for the army —very cloudy—rained like the d——l until midnight—travelled about 26 miles to Crocket where the Capt and mess—(san Dr W and Lieut H) accepted comfortable Qrs in Dr Jarvis office—Citizens of Crocket kind and hospitable—Dr W and Lieut H being a little unwell having had a glimpse of a fair daughter of Eve 1 ½ miles W of Crocket—concluded that being a little sick and yr humble svt having the tooth ache we would stay all night—which we did and faird well—the young lady being pretty and intelligent and the cook a good one—we partly gave out the ide[a] of our war notions but she being a woman herself—we had to prove patriotic which we did—and left in her good opinion The Doct got better and so did I,—she is interesting and will do tho a little ancient—3 cheers was given to the citizens of Crocket for their hospitality and made on over to Hudnalds 12 miles from Town where we nooned—several behind drunk—Dr W. miss his chill the Capt H—and Lieut H—took dinner with Mrs H—a very good dinner and a very interesting little woman—had Blkbury pie for dinner—Jack and I got a fine gourd apiece—a compliment from Mr Hudnald—thence 12 miles—in the woods—sleeping camp—24 miles—nothing else occured of interest
31st. Started very early—[s]truck the perairie country—6 miles and crossed the Trinity at Robins ferry 9 oclock—being now in the old San Antonio Road—Thence 1 ½ W. of old Mitchells and nooned—a good many mad cause not enough to eat—one of company shot a hog—The Capt would not Praise or recognise the act therefore the guilty one got mad—
June 1st. This evening to Camp Lickskillet No 2—Dr W got drunk and JKH broke Finly [?] gourd and Jack says I [sic] he was drunk—Nations swaped off his pony—Saw the Prettiest Calf in Christendom—March 25 miles
2nd. took up the line of march very early—Hill elected comissary Elliott assistant—struck the Perairie country—lived two days and nights without bread—JKH and Dr[.] W—were ordered on the left hand road to Roans—where we promised to join some of our company who were on leave of absence—Thence on an old trace to Jones on a lake—30 miles—25 miles of the Brazos Saw Roasting ears—
on 3rd passed thro a Perairie [sic] country and came into old San Antonio Road 5 miles from the Brazos— where we joined the company and camped in Brazos bottom—Camp Navisot 2 miles of Washington
4th. All hands crossed the River by 10 oclock—Wm Birdsong left us for home—cause sick—Armstrong is in Washington too drunk—probably not see him any more—drunk, lost his horse and all his money—a good many got very interesting or spiritted
Thence in a few miles of Independence—Camp Leona—a sweet and pleasant little place—The loveliest scenery I ever saw—well may it be called after Leona for it is just like her—our camp is situated at the extreme edge of a beautiful and flowery perairie beneath the shade of a forest of Live oak—the finest—the purest water in the world—a Court of Inquiry was called Mr Knott was charged with divulging the secret of masonry—on the same day Fritz got drunk and broke the Dr W gun—while in Washington JKH called on Betty Johnson—now Mrs. Moor—took dinner with G W[.] Crawford his kind lady presented us with a dozen or two of superb biscuit—3 cheers to her ladyship—all hands got up well pleased save those who for the 1st time stood guard—many left the ground with regret—a pleasanter or more beautifull Camping ground is no where to be found—San[?] Camp Leona (thence thro the a [sic] Romantic country passed thro)—the above is miswritten it is all intended as description of Camp Leona—Independance early, a pretty little place —situated as it were in an extensive perarie in the midst of a cluster of live oaks—on thro a lovelier country if possible than has as yet been noticed—the country gets prettier—nooned in 5 miles of Foolers [Fowlers]—where Dr W left his gun The loveliness of the Prairie I am sorry to say were appreciated by but few—J. K. H. and J. B. P. were of course in ecstacies as the lanscapes and scenery reminded there were other things as lovely—this thought excited us so much that we swore in our vengeance to marry a wife when we got back—on the turn of which thot we wheeled and left the company—sent the flag on and returned one mile—where we are now ruminating on the sweet scenes of our youth—or other thing that pester young mens brains sometimes—we are in a lovely and extensive Perairie—under the shaddow of an unbraguous live oak—The fact is Jack is in love and he is reflecting upon the painfull seperation of him and his—and I oh! yes am in the same fix—for I sympathise with him very tenderly—mounted after a while and overtook the 2 miles at camp Norther—making 18 miles
5th. took up the line of march—thro, a pleasant and beautiful country—on thro the beautifull little village of Rutersville—where there is a fine college. Thence to camp Hellen—being in a romantic grove of oak—environed on all sides by a grand and magnificent perairie—and running directly by us was a beautiful stream of pure water—one mile of Lagrange John McRunnolds visited our camp to night and J K H accepted an invitation to go and carry all our dirty things and have them washed up which I did and feel like I would be none the worse of it myself— so I too underwent an ablution—J. K. H. joined the company in Lagrange early in the morning of 6th—
Lagrange the prettiest little place in Texas—situated on W bank of Rio Colorado at which place we met with many kind and clever folks—were treated like volunteers should be treated. The company crossed the River to Camp Colorado where [we spent] two days—The time was spent pleasantly to a degree—Lieut H— deserted camp and took up Qrs for the time being with his friends in Lagrange and was treated like a lord—spent the evening with Miss C—a Pleasant and beautifull young lady— had some fine music—and—spent the night with Jno McRin Dr Rogers office—after taking a horn—
The 7th being Sunday—all attended divin Servise of course and heard a good sermon—probably the last we will hear for some time—Lieut attended Miss C—home and got a good dinner for his gallantry—Spent the evening in town and the night at Col Mafield
8th. to day the Capt bot a waggon and team for use of Company and filled it full of good things—our Company was pronounced by every one—particularly the ladies—to be not only the best [in] order and in behavior but like wise the best looking that has passed that way—JBP—fell desperately in love with a pretty little blk eyed white gal—was with [her] all the time and I think promised to return—her name E. S. the time in camp was spent very pleasantly in swimming and bathing in the River—
9th. to day went 21 miles to Camp Oates—Guinn being very sick all day—overtook the company this —10th morning Thence on by J. K H place bot of Woody and crossed the La vacca and nooned—the Levacca a beautiful] little perairie stream the best country I have seen—off the road 7 miles to "Camp Nogan" (Greenwoods) 21 miles after supper several of us partook of a delectable egg nogn [sic] which caused us all to be unusually sentimental—on our return the Sentinel hailed us and we offered him a drink as a watch word and passed on—and to bed we went—
11th. thence 15 miles—and nooned at a little creek—where there is a grass meddow—10 miles this evening to Camp Wolf—had flour doing's and egg fixins for supper [and] breakfast—making 25 miles to day—
12th. 11 miles by some Dutch Settlement—thro an extensive Perairie and crossed the Gaudaloope River and nooned—this country is unexceptionable tho immediately on the East it is not good but the bottom is certainly very fine—Companies [of] Sabine, Rusk and Shelby just 18 miles ahead of us. Dorman and Field joined the Company—2 miles above is Mr Pridgion place—then on 5 miles to camp "Estompede"—16 miles to day—
13. across by a Dutch settlement—the Collette [Coleto] nooned on West bank of middle Colette—and 14 miles across W Colette to Camp Minaver Dr W killed a deer—Indian sign discovered
14th. Sunday—5 miles thro Goliad where J B. P and Lieut H— stoped had our horses fed—got a cup of good coffee—milk and sugar in it—Saw two most beautifull girls and oh! how interesting who would have expected to have seen such lovely creatures so far from home—they were well raised—well educated and fixed up "rite nice"—Miss Jane Kenny and Miss Mary Jane Foolkroad—veni—vidi—visi—oh! what eyes— we have promised to go that same road home—1 mile to and across the San Antonio River and saw the Ruins of Goliad—12 miles on—overtook and nooned—bad water—no news—Jack and I had to get dinner of course for we have it all to do—dont we Jack—yes! cooking and every thing else—it matters not—however—what cant be cured must be endured—confound this cooking any-K-how—why did'nt I bring Moris—we had a very pretty little speech from Maj. Dorman at the Ruins this morning—Remained at our noon Camp all night—Camp Mrs. Jordan—God bless her—
15th. this day about 15 miles to dinner—had nothing for dinner however—Jack and I, had it to get as a matter of course—else our mess would starve—Slaughter Killed two deer—gave us a fawn—Dr W shot at one but missed—the country from San Antonio is not fit for a hog to live in—nothing but a sandy desert—very much disappointed about the size of the perairie this side of the Wauloope River—there is more and better perairie on the other side of Colerado than on this side to this place and muskeet grass there is none comparatively speaking—no house from San Patricia to Goliad—none on the other side of Goliad for a long distance crossed several watering places—
16th. cam[p]ed in a big Perairie—nothing of interest occuring
17th. Thence on 20 miles to San Patricia—cross the Nuases River then 4 miles to Camp dead man—musketoes lower C G Davenport killed a deer—our horses look very badly—no corn—no house—no water or not much and that not fit to drink—passed thro. mammouth Perairie—lost sight of timber—save the muskete—which now begins to be pretty plentifull—Prickly and Knocaway beginning to make its appearance—
18th. commenced raining before day—all got wet—come up a bleak Norther—thro a lovely and picturesque land—covered with chapparal—rained nearly all day—18 miles and struck Corpus Christi Bay on the beach a lovelier sight my eyes never before saw—7 miles to Corpus Christi where we overtook the 3 companies ahead of us—come 25 miles—here we were joined by our Doctor John T. Wilson—were supplied with provisions by the Govt. Expt forage—&c—(Camp Corpus Christi) horses look extremely bad—many of our boys got drunk—Corpus Christi is rather a pretty place—immedia[te]ly on the bay—population at this time not more than two hundred—put my horse in Livery stable and had him taken good care of and J K H upon invitation went and staid at Col Kenny's where he faired elegantly—sick with the toothache—Genl Darnell in Town—also Judge Horton—the country about town is mostly of a chapperal—hog wailer perairie tho pretty country—Camp Corpus Christi—1 mile from town—
19th. left Corpus Christi the morning—went 13 miles on the wrong road—back to town—passed an old Mexicans water mellon—thence 7 miles to Camp Boggy—
20th. Rained nearly all day—Every thing wet—bad roads—horses look bad—no timber—pretty country—12 miles to "Camp Alarm"—a fire from one of the Sentinels about 2 hours created considerable excitement—To arms—to arms—the Capt cried—and we were all up and in a line quicker—the Sentinel reported that he saw several persons on horse back and fired at one—the whole company stood guard the balance of the night—all was calm and quiet it is true we were but illy prepared for an attack but yet every man seem[ed] to be ready to do his portion The opinion of the company generally is that it was merely a stealing party—every man I am happy to say was at his post—no blood shed however but a good deal of fun and laughing afterwards.
21st. saddled up and went 12 miles thro. a romantic perairie country—Knot horse gave out— J K H gave him Peter and 3 miles the old horse fell again and we left him—crossed a Saline about 1½ miles in breadth had a tough time of it too I tell you—about 20 got hold of the waggon and mules and pulled them all over—camped on the bank at Camp Saline—where we found an other horse for Knott—J K H—mounted Peter and rested his horse—10 miles nooned and it commenced to rain again and rained furiously—10 miles more thro a watery Perairie to Camp Musquitoe
21st. [sic] Dorman and Alston were sent on to overtake the foregoing company to get some ammunition—commenced to rain and rained like the d——l—last rations of meat out—nothing left—but about 3 pks of old beans and 2 bbls crakers and 100 miles to go—Starvation star[e]s us in the face—horses look very badly—nothing but grass and not much of that—Still Perairie—never saw so much rain in all my life—Knott broke his other horse down—just as every one expected—Backed Peter again—the foot or walking company increasing very fast—Cheney['s] mare gave out travelled—12 miles and stoped to dinner in a live oak grove and found another old horse—Cheney drew him of course—The orderly—commissary Higgins and Mark were ordered on to Pt Isabel for the purpose of getting provisions and meeting us—we will ere that time be nearly starved J K H horse back very sore—thence on thro. watery Perairie low country—10 miles to camp Sand Fort 22 miles today—several horses nearly broke down. Guard all fell asleep—all hands rested well—horses got away—but little grass—found all horses this 22nd morning—
picked up another horse for Cheney—passed an embankment of white sand an area of about 50 acres—it was indeed a curiosity—grand gloomy—and interesting—the sand was of the whitest purest character supposed by some to be produced by the receding of the flood or the effect of a whirlwind—others by a volcanic eruption—and some the work of ant or gofers—in all human probability it was a fort of antique structure—passed others thro the day of less interest—however—but—all conspire to puzzel the curious—rugged sandy country today—with here and there embankments similar to those above described—or not so romantic—10 miles and dined on nothing—waggon horses broke down—5 miles to an old chapal or Ranch—Nations quite sick—saw several parcel of mustangs—thence on thro the [most] picturesque country in the world—finest perairie and muskeet land yet noticed—on our arrival in the timber we were surprised yet pleased to find that we had overtaken the other three companies—our commissary and men were here having found wild beef plenty—they did not go on to Pt Isabel—very fine grass—wild cattle and mustangs in abundance—our company out of every thing to eat—no meat—little coffee yet—horses extremely low—faging very much—13 miles to Little Colorado—the other companies having recruited and rested started on surrounded by a pretty country—rained on us part of the day—camp Mustangs—
23rd. Left about 12 oclock—thro a fine rich Perairie—being out of every thing to eat—killed and eat plenty of ——beef such as it was not exactly of the right kind—but it was Hopsons choice—we ate heartily of it any how—thence on 12 miles across the Colorado—intended to go no farther but water being salt—had to go on—swam the River— got over about sundown—several quite sick—one or two horses giving out—several Graves on the bank—graves of Roberts and wife 2 ch and a svt who were murdered by the Mexicans—travelled 6 miles thro the worst road I recon any one ever saw—chopped it out dark—overtook the other companies and camp at Camp Confusion Rained of course nearly all night—it has rained nearly every day since we left Corpus Christi
24th. Capt commissary orderly started early to Pt Isabel—all hands were of[f] tolerable early about 14 miles to Town (the Pt)—travelled about 20 miles and found that we were in 6 miles of Matamoros and 20 miles from Pt Isabell—having taking the wrong Road—all nearly starved—in 2 miles of Grande Battle of Pallo Alto and three miles of the Battle of 9th—at Camp Starvation—, Rained all night—
25th. Miserable Road—passed by the battle ground of the 8th may—Saw Mexican boddies lying here and there the victims of our arms—J. K. H. stoped at Capt May's camp and breakfasted and oh! how good it was—yes victuals never ate better than it did at that time—8 miles to "Camp Rendevous"—waggon mule and horse left—Rained in torrents—the Capt met us with provisions and forage and we struck a camp—still Raining and Rained all night—took (J K H and Capt) took quarters at the Governors Markee and slept in water and mud—it rained hard and a heep of it—Clark was there—the whole Regiment got wet— and your humble svt. never was as sick in his life—never thot of dying before—scared to death
26th. day employed in sunning and drying clothes—little better—badly scared yet—Rained again at night—The roughfest times ever saw—I wish the Mexicans would behave themselves and let us alone—Recd our Commissary Tent—every body went to the Ft to day—and it still raining—The Roads almost impassable, nearly swimming—Jo Frost sick—didnt rain to night—
27th. no news troops still arming—
on 28th a celebration of the 4th July was agreed upon—a meeting was held and Dr Ashbel Smith appointed orator of the day and Memucan Hunt Reader—Nothing of interest occured up to 1st July—and that day was a memorable epoch in my existence—for it was wash day with me and I done it tolerable well too—in half-hour washed dried and put on a shirt—want I smart—this thing of washing is a dirty business anyhow—I am going to quit it—Nothing occured up [to] the 4th a plenitude of these full-grown musquitoes and I am sorry to say they are very prevalent—On this day—a Speech from Dr Smith—after the declaration of Independence was red in a lucid and intelligent manner by Genl H—was lissened to with the utmost attention—The man with the "white hat" didnt do much—after he had concluded Maj Scurry was loudly called for and a prettier little poettic speech I never listened to—after whom our Mr Dorman was called for and his effort was crowned with golden opinions—his speech was more applauded than either of the others—Previous to this Woods was elected our Col—Mirack Lieut Col, Bill Scurry Maj—Rains appointed Seargant and Kirkey assistant—Dr Wilson Qurmaster etc—we were on the 2nd inst mustered into service for six months from the time of our arrival here—
6th. all is dull and gloomy—becoming tired of a stationary life—want to be moving—if there is no fighting to be done— as there seems to be—we are all willing to go home—of course—many are sick—but as yet none serious—
7th. J K H went to Matamoros and found it quite a city—Population of the place about 600—½ the citizens having absconded—there has been as many as 18000 inhabitants. Remained until the evening of the ("8") sundown and in company with Col Kenney staid at Capt May's—draggoon camp—12 miles
9th. before day light started for volunteer camp 6 miles—found Jo Marks and Tom Elliott quite sick—heard of the sad intelligence of the Death of Jas Pope of our county—which occurred on 8th, intered this evening at 2 oclock—company all gone to the burying now—Recd orders to assemble at Head Qrs at 6 oclock P M. for Regimental Organization—the country about Matamoros and Pt Isabell being the valley of the Rio Grande is a rich and fertile Perairie country—no timber but muskeet and chapparal and Prickly Pear of which the country abounds the soil of a dark chocolate collor—covered with the most delightful muskeet grass—which is common in the western country—the Rio Grande is a River of [the] size of [the] Sabine but in appearance resembling Miss River—it is larger than any other River in State of Texas—cotton corn tobacco—mellons—vegetables of every kind—orange fig—and many other delicious fruit—grow here to perfection—also Pomegranate tomatto—wild onion cucumber etc—every body getting confounded tired—several sick— weather extremely hot—too hot for a lizzard to live and do well—musquitoes intolerable at night—and a man has to be very industrious during the day else the flies will blow him—never heard of such a thing before—but it is an actual fact—nothing occurred up to
12th. Tom Elliot quite sick—many others complaining—
13th. Tom Elliott died—was buried on the 14th with military honors—To day we drew our guns—Q A Finley and Geo Hazen sick—J K H went to Pt Isabel and returned a little unwell—badly scared—Nations of Marshall Guards died to day, Tom Wilson of same company very low—given out Brook Davis is quite sick and several others—some one from The liberty co—left this vain world of sin and misery—
on 15th Tom Wilson is not yet dead to day—I think we Recd our pack mules—
16th. moved to a new place—Marks Davenport and Hazen on sick list—Tom Wilson died to day I think—
17th. not being pleased with our new Camp—moved again and after we were comfortable fixed up—tents streached and all we acertained that we had encamped on a Salt lake—but other water being not a great way of[f] concluded to remain—Rained in the evening—the sick no better—Jim Dillard called to see us—will join our company—
18th. at night a heavy rain (the night of 17th I mean)—we all staid at home and it rained several times during the day—nothing of particular importance astir—many of the boys' have the Eastern fever—I think about Harrison some too—but as for going back—I dont intend until the ball stops rooling [sic]—
19th. Capt and Lieut H got sick this morning—Lieut H suffers death thro. fear—took a drink of burnt brandy and sugar, about 20 drops of laudanum and a burnt biscuit for breakfast and he feels decidedly improved—mended and got better up to
23rd. The Capt getting worse—Dr Wilson cuped and blistered him and he is tolerably bad off and badly scared—
24th. 2nd Regiment took up the line of march for Matamoros—put the Capt in waggon and went as far as Camp Draggoon—Regiment getting health—Finly got badly kicked and is now an Invalid for a month or more—Jno Bonet sick.
25th. Capt no worse—tho much fatigued—16 miles to camp and Ft Brown—on the E bank of Rio Grande—opposite to Matamoros—no grass—
26th. Hot as it generally gets to be—no news save that which is fabricated in camp—Bird H[olland, the captain] no better
27th. moved about 2 miles above on the River in the chapparal—plenty milk corn—health of the Regiment much improved
28th. several sick—Davenports—Marks and Bill—lost their horses—Govt derelict in furnishing forage—J B P called on a beautifull Senorita—
29th. Capt Holland moved over in to Matamoros in quarters with Brook Davis—Doct Woodgard accompa[ny]ing him—he is no better—it rained to day—mudy bad roads—
30th—R B Anderson taken sick—B B Lacy—Mad Standifer sick—on the (1st August just before day) Anderson died—the sick on the mend—a general attendance of the Regiment was had at his interment—he was neatly burried with the honors of war— his death was very much regretted—
2nd. Lieut H and J B P were invited to partake of a fine Roasted shoat at Mess N 2—it was indeed a treat—
3rd. no provision no forage—no nothing—the fact is the Texians are badly treated any-K-how—If we could have been Killed—we would have died long ago—but the Texian can stand a heep—
4th. Capt H—no better J. B. P. had his clothes stollen—nothing occured up to 8th Capt H still no better—on which day Stricklin died in 15 hours from an attack of collera morbus— Capt H—being in too bad health [to] prosecute the campaign Resigned and E. J. Thomson was unanimously elected Capt of Company F—Doct W—lst Lieut—W. Woodley 2nd Seargant—R C Carter 3rd Sgt—J W Denton 1st musician and Gaines 2nd Do—Capt H, Seargant, Jno Miller, M Standifer, Alex Field, O Nations R Ramsey, Jonas Miller, G W Dillard J. E. Anderson and Brooks Davis having Recd Discharges will leave for home first boat—Capt H much improved—1st Regiment starts this evening in direction of Victoria—
9th. 2nd Regiment left from Matamoros to Camargo—Several horses missing—Jno Benett—left behind drunk—it is thot he will be murdered—J B P and Jonas went back after the company Register—all hand[s] left Matamoros in a terrible hurry and bustle—no one half-fixed—after travelling about 20 miles marching and counter marching—first in the Right and then in the wrong road—we struck camp at Pt Scurry Brimbury lake—15 miles from Town—1st Battalion having taken the wrong road got lost—we having the train—in the evening 1st Bat came up—camped in Regimental order—saw thousands of mustangs the country beautiful—hot as it ever get[s] to be—
10th. at the tap of the drum—a Sentinel fired at a Mexican and shot him so badly that he will surely die—Tho Westmorland elected 4th Seargant in place of Jno Bennett—missing—18 miles in Regimental order—in a few miles a Report was sent back to the Col by the advance guard that Enemy was just ahead and we were ordered to load and be ready for the contest which was done—every thing calm and cool—J. K H was ordered to go ahead and stop the 1st Battalion until train caught up—which he done at the sacrafic of his fine bowie knife—travelled on expecting to have a fight in a few minutes and lo and behold it was discovered to be nothing but a large flock of mustangs at a distance—which was called Mustang Battle—thence on to camp chapparal—18 miles—near water—botest day I ever felt in my life—one cannot tell much about the country from Matamoros here for the Chapparal—it is so thick on either side of Road I cannot see ten steps—nor consequently cannot form any kind of an Idea of the country tho I am satisfied it is hard to be [sic]—water scarce passed several Ranches—some ugly woman—J K H commenced bu[y]ing his corn and charging the Go[v]t with it and will keep it up to Camargo—oh! how hot—
11th. started early—passed thro. a very pretty furtile wild country—part Perairie—part chapparal—passed an old Ranch—come to high muskeet timber—the appearance of soil—the best quality—some Blk some chocolate and some sandy—but take the vally of Rio Grand—it is the very best—I ever saw—it is undoubtably a productive country if they can have rain—I said it was the hotest day yesterday I ever saw—but to day I do say is without doubt the hotest day ever felt—the 2nd crop of corn is just planted and coming up—It is so hot that there is danger in exposing our muskets to the sun for fear [of] fireing them off—travelled about 20 miles by 2 o'clock—and oh! how hot and dusty—where we remained all night—the boys broke into another Ranch water mellon patch and destroyed about $20 worth at the expense of the Col who to compromise and keep us from being reported to Genl Taylor paid what was demanded—Camp Ranch—
12th. Took up the line of march and went about 10 miles and nooned—passed thro. a pretty perairie country—rich and fertile—warm day too. More pleasant than yesterday—a private drew his gun on Capt Goodlow he was arrested and handed over to the Guard—no particular news—about 43 miles to Camargo—it was so confounded [hot] yesterday that we had no need of fire just put the meat in a pan and expose it to the sun—and it will soon cook—it is amusing and strange to see meat frying in the Sun—march 9 miles and stoped for the night at Camp Good Lake—just after Camping a man from the San Augustine was accidentally shot and died instantly—
13th. Struck a high rolling rocky and picturesque country— interspersed with a varity of strange and wild shrubery and flowers and Prickly pair of many qualities—such as would set off and adorn the loveliest gardens—Chockolate land—dont know whether it is good or not—morning very pleasant—oh! it is a lovely country—tho. rugged scenery once in a while—yet commanding in appearance—9 mil[es] and encamped at Camp Finley—where he undertook to cook for the mess for $10 per month—Lieuts Woodgard and Holland to pay half and the bal—to be paid by the other's of the mess—he commenced his duties this (14th August) morning—
every thing in a bustle—marching very fast—Some beautiful landscapes—in fine spirits singing and laughing and joking the order of the day—I am the dirtiest man in the Regiment—a thousand dollars for a clean shirt of Matilda's washing when will I ever get another clean shirt—but every one else is dirty too—thank God—I am low spirited today and thoughtfull and yet—I cannot think of home or my folks there to save my life—it is strange—I cant keep my [mind] in that direction—but still I'm sad and gloomy—the country we are passing thro. is well calculated to excite gloomy and melancholy Reflections—this country is inferior in soil—tho in appearance more Romantic it is a hot white lime stone perairie wilderness a little sandy—2 or three lakes of water the only way the Mexicans have of [getting water]—one Running stream 1st I've seen in a long time—passed 2 Ranches—many rumors in camp—the most prevalent is that Canales is in the neighborhood with a boddy of men pillaging and stealing every thing—it is said that he left this River[?] this morning—it is thot by some that we will have an engagement with the enemy between here and Carmago—He had with him an American Prisoner with him, it may be Jno Bennett—25 miles from Comago—10 miles from Rio Grande—march about 18 miles and nooned—about the hotest day I ever did feel—good heavens how hot it is—in all my life I never was as hot—$500 for a good cool drink of water from the bottom of Ed Smiths well—the water that we have is not fit for a hog to wailer in—it is so hot every thing is hot—when I do get home I recon Ill be apt to stay there the ballance of my days—wont I Jack? C!—I feel like I have the best home in Christendom—one never knows what comforts are until he endures privation's and hardships and fatigues of this kind—I have been thinking of home to day and feel disposed to wish [myself] there enjoying the luxuries that are there offered in the way of fruits—mellons—camp meetings—clean clothes—good Razor—corn bread—and pretty women—[rather] than here knee deep in dust in the boiling sun—beef and crakers to eat and nasty water to drink—and no chance of bu[y]ing any think [sic]—neither for money nor thanks—whenever my thots do wander there and concentrate on one particular object not a thousand miles from Harrison Co—I am miserable—God save and bless the women until we all get back any K how—and when we do return there will [be] more on docket than physolosophy ever dreampt of—well Speaking of dreaming I drempt of my Sweet Heart and Daddy last night and what I drempt I cant call to mind—but it was something about war [?] and money [?] There are some pretty Senorita's here and it is a fact I am getting so I cannot speak the English language—quite a Mexican—indeed—travelled about 20 miles—and campt at Camp Rock hill—and great heavens how hot it is—Now I will tell you something that you will not believe but it is so—on our arrival there we bot a Shoat for dinner and after it was killed it lay in the Sun (2 oclock) until the water het and on taking the Pig up to put it in the water the hair sliped off perfectly smooth—now whether the sun did this or nature caused it I cannot tell—Waggon mules giving out—Several quite sick as to our dinner however we had shoat, kid and eggs had chicken and eggs for breakfast—dont we live well—remained here all night—Camp Knott—from the fact of his Shooting Guinn['s] horse by accident—Recd orders to be ready to march at 3 oclock to night—in order to make Comago before the heat of the day came on—one or two very sick—such marching and such weather is enough to kill the d—l—to day a little hotter than any yet—
15th. mercifull heavens how hot—got on the dirtiest shirt I ever saw Reached the San Juan after a forced and fatiguing march of 6½ days—18 miles and camp on the bank—a few miles from town to day we travelled a North course thro. a wild desert looking Perairie chapperal—Some Grand Spectacles—hot enough to cook an egg—visited Comargo in the evening—it has been a place of business—but now under marshall law—The Square is filled up with Genl T['s] tents—Every thing in a state of dilapidation—the town is situated on the San Juan 2 or 3 miles on the right bank of the Rio Grand—the San Juan in size and appearance resembles the Sabine—on account of the Texas Infantry being about to be disbanded and old Taylors bad treatment to us as well as them—a great many of our Regiment have manifested a desire to go hom[e] but the Col gave us a war talk and the furor has some what subsided tho there are still many going to return home—On the last day made up here which was to day by the by—a Gentleman died from the Rusk company—moved up the River about one mile and struck Camp for I dont know how long—Camp Impatience J K H and J B P—bathed themselves in the River and put on some clean linen—having doffed our dirty dud's and how good and pleasant I do feel—Madam Rumor has it that we take up the line of march to Monteray in 8 day's—God grant it—let us go on and put an end to this troublesome and fatiguing campaign—might as well be travelling as stationary—we would do better If we had something to do or thot we would have something to do—
16th August. The home fever getting tolerably high—many say they are going home under any circumstances—but I for one came to see The Elliphant—if he is to be seen I want sight—Spent the day in Camargo—oh! how hot—this heat is killing—it looks like death to undertake to go to Monteray this weather but if these blame Regulars can stand it so can I—our horses are not shod and they look extremely bad—
17th. too hot to be out—If any news astir—it is too hot to get in possession of it.
18th. Duncan flying artillery and first Brigade starts to Monteray to day—with a train of provisions—escorted by two of companies—Capt's Wheeler and Goodlow—for the purpose of establishing a military [depot] between here and Monteray—J K H was arroused about 12 oclock at night by Jno Baker who hearing that he had arrived came out to see him—
19th. J B P and J K H called on his august presence [General Taylor] this evening—found him a plain old farmer-looking man—no particular indications of smartness or intellect—
20th. a hot disagreeable day—tho last night was rather cool—3 days ago we Recd our Tents—Jno Bennett came up in the boat—and arrived safely in camp—Several are being discharged
21st. nothing of particular importance today
22nd. To day is a very pleasant [day]—the ballance [of] Genl T['s] troops from Matamoros—with the Flying artillery—Pay Master also arrived—so now we will all have something to go on—one Sutler has opened—Genl Henderson—Col Kenney Genl Lamar all arrived—Troops are crossing the River for the Monteray every day—we will leave to morrow week—Troops are arriving daily by water also quite a number reach[ed] (in sight) of our camp late this evening—Guinn and Jim Ramsey—quite sick—Two letters for John Minor—nights are getting little cool—
23rd. Infantry disbanded and paid off to day—most of them will go back—
24th. one of our companies gone to Reynoso—to get Pack mules—it is still hot disagreeable weather—tho the nights are getting cool enought for Mexican Blanket to feel comfortable—
25th. an escort of 18 men from the Western Regiment arrived this evening—report no discoveries—they have heard of no troops at Monteray—the Regiment now halt[ed] at 75 miles at this River—where they are awaiting further orders etc for us—their Regiment have enjoyed good health etc—
Up to 29th nothing happens worth record—Genl T it is said Recd instruction to remain in statu quo—for 20 day's—Rained on 29th Recd holsters to day—one man died in Capt Johnson['s] Co—Wheeler and Goodlow returned bring encouraging news—say a beautifull country and Saralvo a pretty place—fine water and grass—well pleased—will return in a day or so—Col W has had a Quarrel with old Taylor and has told of our grievances and our treatment—Wood is a great fellow—we all love him—J B P Recd a letter from Mrs Jordan on the 27th the day after Finly said he would cook no more—got drunk and then got sick—J B P and Dorman started to Mier on 28th—26th Doct W sold his horse—got $85—Jim Ramsey quite sick yet—Jim Dillard sick too—Hope also—been try[ing] to get our horses shod—but dont much believe we will succeed—J K H had a quarrel with the old Qr Master Genl—it is said that our Regiment will get our pay day after to morrow wish heaven grant it—for we do need it a little of the worse—out of what I drew I have left $8 no letters yet—
30th. Rained—
31st. J. B. P. returned from Mier—Were mustered for Pay—Pay rolls all wrong every thing in confusion—great rejoicing in camp late in the evening—Recd Letter from home—J K H one from Dev [the writer's brother]
1st September. Wheeler and Goodlows companies start this morning again to Seralvo as an escort for the train—Doct Lyons elected Capt company G to fill vacancy occasioned by the resignation of Capt Ferguson—the Doctor treated to 200 baskets of Claret and we all got drunk—all hands were mustered on to day for pay—muster or pay roll all wrong—the home fever is beginning to rage—the regiment stands a fair light to break up—it is settled that the Western regiment falls—old Taylor is sinking in population [popularity] the Vol are cursing him en mass—Genl Henderson too is falling in the estimation of his men—Part of the Miss Vol have arrived—K S H [Kemp S. Holland, uncle of the writer] still below—2nd [of September] included in the above—
3rd. our muster or pay roll was Recd the Capt, Lt W and myself drank some wine—I visitted the Miss Vol—K S H not yet arrived—had horses shod to day—
4th. J K H complaining of an enlargement of the leg—tolerable bad I thank you—Dr W and Co go this morning to Mier—To day is day long to be remembered by yr hbl svt—a day on which a Mexican monster made his appearance in my head it was a Spanish tirrantula alias a l—s, the biggest fatest—plumpest fellow you ever did see—it was of the Spanish origin but Spoke the Castilian dialect—
nothing up to 8th Sept of any importance—during the time Genl T['s] army are on the move to Monteray—(start not at the redness of this ink—Taint blood!) We have been expecting marching orders for some time—Genl started himself about the 4th or 5—Miss. Regiment arrived on the 4th I think—Recd a note from Maj K S H informing me that he had come etc I went down and met not only him but many old acquaintances—Recd a letter from Bud and Mary Amanda. Doct W and Co returned from Mier on the 6th the same day on which the Miss. Regt left—on to day the 8th Guinn, Cheney—Ramsey—Thomas of our company (also Bill) Mitchell's Spell—Maloney etc of Marshall Guards started to Town to leave for home—left on this (9th) morning—on the 8th Jim Dillard, Doct Glenn—left for San Antonio—together with 18 or 20 others—on the night of the 8th I being one mile below at Capt Wheelers camp an alarm was given that the Mexicans were firing upon Camargo and the Ala. Troops—also upon our Regt being above—an order was given immediately to saddle up and reconnoiter and report to Col Woods instanter— the Infantry were on the alert—we proceeded up to our Regt—where we found all hands fast in old Nappy's Arms after conferring and reporting to Col W—he advised us to go to camp and go to bed—and not let the Texians be humbuged—which I did and slept soundly til sun up—next morning every body was badly pleagued—It is evident that something is in the wind for the Mexicans are leaving Comargo very rapidly—we are all on the look out and rumor reached here to day that we would certainly have to fight at Monteray—it is said upon reliable authority that there are embodied at Monteray at this time about 12000 Troops and reinforcement daily and that they are well fortified and are ready to meet us—well this is the only encouragement we have Recd there is now some little hope of a fight and a fair chance for a Big one—would to God it may be so—it was what we came for—it is all we wish—and let it come for weal or woe—we [are] always ready—To morrow it is said we start sure enought—yet I do not see how we can—J K H Recd a letter from Ed. Smith and A. G. Tarney—on yesterday 10 am Boy's started down to Reynosa after some stolen horses—having caught one and whiped him severely—he confessed his knowledge [of] their whereabouts etc
12th Sept were awoke by the sound of the trumpet at 12 oclock precisely—to make ready to vamus to China en route for the great "City of the Mountains"—Ben Lacy, F Hill being sick were left at Comargo—Martin Lacy to take care of them—travelled up parrallel with the River San Juan thro. a pebbly rolling country—some Hills—tolerably hot in the bargain—camp at a Ranch some 6 or 7 miles where our Horses got fat on crab grass and yr humble Svt refreshed himself with a magnificent nap—in the evening went to another Ranche 8 miles—camp squash—making 15 miles to day—every one in good Spirits and no grumbling—camp on the bank of San Juan.
13th. this morning rather a late start—mule train delayed as Thence thro. a rought rugged mountainous country—passed several grande Ranches and arrived at Camp Chappiral sure enought in the night—no water for horses and but little for self, there being plenty—however—but we are afraid if we leave camp we never would find the way back and most of us had nothing to eat neither—every thing in confusion—and the consequence every one fell to sleep as quick as possible—rained in the night and being hurried so this morning (14th) did'nt have time to get breakfast so we all left as hungry as bears By the bye Col W Recd an express to be at China on to morrow night and we were therefore put upon a force march—
camped part of the night still on the River and breakfasted (14th) 4 miles to a Rich Mexican Ranch fine Brk'fast too that beef—kid—chickin Eggs etc)—thence on to Col Hay's Regt 1½ mile from China about 11 oclock—where we now are encamped on the bank of some River—took a rest[?] bathing this evening and I feel mighty good—
15th. this morning found Dr Woodgard [and] B. C. Jones quite sick and having to cross the River—he was left in charge of J B Pelham and Jo Marks—in the evening getting no better they were ordered back to Comargo—Col Hay's with about 100 men were ordered in advance as spies—Capt Wheeler was ordered also to accompany—but absolutely refused to go—
15th. after a very late start the Regt moved slowly on to—1st Regt in company—1½ mile and took China without the firing of a gun—3 miles to River when by swimming ferrying and cannoeing we got over by night and camp on the opposite side at Camp Free and Easy
16th. Travelled thro. a wild rocky and still mountainous country came in sight of the mountains about Monteray—the country pretty much the same as yesterday only more so—the change of scenery presented in advance tickles ones fancy and imagination very much—and after passing thro. a wild chapperal we climbed upon a mountain top of immense hight—I stoped and turned and gazed fondly back with thoughts sweet tho melancholly and me thot I saw in my imagination Elysian Fields (and all about there) and a Bird—something like the Bird of Paradise leaning upon her arm musing and me thot I saw interest and anxiety depicted upon her fair face for the 17th Rangers—for a moment I wished that I were by her side—but away farewell to such wild fantacies—"may she ever live blessed"—etc—and all the ballance of the day my thought kept playing on both sides of the U. S. line—about 3 oclock—I being officer of the Guard (was with the pack mules in the rear) reached our noon Encampment and after marching and countermarching—many times—struck camp being between the 1st and 2nd Regt—with the mules—turned in and got a most excellent dinner and eat it all up at the finest—biggest best Live Oak Spring I ever saw—oh! it was excellent beyond description—both Regt got mad and started on not giving the mules time to graz and rest—the Qr Master and myself concluded we would do as we pleased—and stayed until all things were ready—and then vom'used ahead—expected an attact from Canales—having heard that it was his intention to cut off our supplies—but he acted wisely—and did not do it—arrived at Camp just at dark—and just had time to eat a bite when we were ordered on a force march to over take Genl Taylor—having left the sick, pack mules and one company we rode until nearly day—I still acting as officer of the guard—travelled 15 or 20 miles—not overtaking him we all alighted and fell asleep in a hurry—without Guard, being surrounded by the enemy—or any thing to eat—perfectly indifferent—no questions asked horses fate a hard one—
17th. about day light we pushed along still on a force march and overhauled Genl. T. and the main army at Marina—where we halted and breakfasted Genl T. started about the time we arrived Marina is a beautifull town—some hansome buildings—population about the same as Matamoros citazens all vomused to Monteray—town deserted—few women left and they badly scared—housed up—prospect growing fine [for] fight—can see Monteray from Marina—Pack mules having arrived and rested—and we having refreshed ourselves and horses took up line of march for Monteray—36 miles—passed thro. the Valley of Monteray—the most magnificent country on Earth—the description is beyond my power—the mountain scenery too is something sublime and far superior to any thing on Earth—passed several very extensive and wealthy plantations, sugar principally—the crorn [sic] crop—being the 2nd this year—is in Roasting ears—and remarkably fine—arrived at Camp Taylor in the night—camped in confusion and disorder and went to bed as usual without food or forage—Slept soundly I can assure you for this [time] nature was nearly outdone—report say that the prospect is growing Big for some fun at Monteray every one seems to be in good cheer to the contrary notwithstanding
(I have lost one day) This morning being the 19th we arose and left still without food or forage—Texas went ahead today— now that danger is expected old Taylor has put us in front—Every man in glorious spirits—after running our horses nearly to death, many of them giving out, arrived in sight of the Mexican Batteries about 2 miles and halted when they played upon us with their Balls and many of their balls were directed very well—yet no one was hurt—Genl T. surveyed the situation of Town and retired to camp Walnut Spring—The most beautifull Encampment I ever did see—and that night Taylor formed his plan of attack—took several prisoners—learned that they were strongly fortified with about 15000 strong and that they intended to repell us or die—it was cheering to see how The Texians greeted the Mexican Balls—Every fire was met with a hearty response of 3 cheers and such waving of hats and huzzaing Genl T says he never heard—The Texians proved their spunk by the utter carelessness with which the[y] Recd the Enemy's shot—They whizzing by us in all directions—yet no one hurt. I want sceared a bit we awaited the arrival of the artillery—which came up in good time and at night was planted in a good position—the main Army came up—and for on[c]e we were all encamped together in 3 miles of Monteray—prospects most glorious and bright for a fight—
20th. To day being the sabbath, Genl T. did not chose to disturb their worship—all was qui[e]t to day yet a cannonading was kept up on those whose curiosity led them to take a peep at the Forts—at night Genl Worth was ordered to take his position above Town—at night he stole a march upon them and passed under their Batteries without harm—
21st. bright and early fire upon them to their great surpprise. The Texians were put to order the Monclova and Saltillo passes Worth during the day got possession of one fort on the same day—The Tenn—and Mi. Boy's distinguished themselves in charging upon and storming two of their main Bataries—one of the most vallent deeds—daring and noble charges ever know in the histories of Battles—with a severe loss however—12 horses of the Flying Artillery were killed
on 22nd Worth stormed several Fort[s] and took good many pieces of artillery—The Mis and Tenn Boy's having taken 4 pieces on day before—on this day our Company was ordered to guard Bragg's Batteries—and to keep off the Rancheros and Lancers and Worth by the best management in the world got in possession of the old Castle and commanding became the hero of Monteray—with but little loss—I saw it and it was the prettiest sight I ever saw—he repelled them and drove them into Town and then turned their own pieces upon them from the Castle and created havoc and confusion in their line—he got possession of several of their mills—
Texas on 23rd was ordered to dismount and into the City which was done in quick time under the heaviest firing of grape Cannister and Musketry—we faced it like men—went running in to Town to the astonishment of Genl Taylor—to the great confusion of Enemy—they did not understand such bold movement—when we got in possession of the houses—pick them from housetop to housetop and such fun you never did see—the greatest danger we encountered was in crossing the streets—the hotest place you ever saw—we had penetrated so far into the heart of the City that Genl T. on our progress—taking us to be Mexican retreating— fired upon us—and well nigh ruined us—but it was stoped in time—and on we rushed—bullets whizzing by us on all sides soon got used to it—and about the time we got into it old fashionedly—our own guns commenced fireing upon us—and it put a check upon our progress—in a short time Bragg's Flying Artillery came rolling in and called upon us to protect it—which was done in a very singular manner—the Enemy commenced to retreat—and we soon out striped the artillery and give it no show at all—ran nearly half-mile after them—such shooting and huzzaing and hallowing seemed by instinct to let the enemy know that Texas had come to Town—just at the time when we had the city almost completely under our command Genl T. not knowing how far we had penetrated—called us off—for the purpose of bombarding the Town —whereas if he had have let us alone we would soon have had it in such a condition that there would have been no need of it—after the 3rd order we retired—when they, supposing that we were on the retreat, commenced a heavy fireing upon us—at which time we had several killed and wounded—Bradford and Lamar were our heroes—Miss and Texas fought together and bravely too—C G Davenport from our company was wounded, several horses ditto—returned to camp—well pleased with what we had done—a heavy fireing was kept [up] all night— and this morning (24th) a Mexican officer came to Genl T. with a flag of Truce. Genl Ampudia had taken blue pills enought he desired to march out of the City with the honors of war—they will abandon the town provided they can take with them their arms—munitions of war and public property—Genl T. answered them by saying no—surrender as prisoners of war—they then asked for an armistice until 12 oclock which was granted—and council of war was held—the result of which was a cessation of hostilities for 8 weeks—he might march out of Town with small arms and 6 pieces of Artillery to keep the Commanches off—it is something astonishing that the victory was taken on the very day on which our time was out—4 mo to a day—
25th. we revelled in the halls— palaces and groceries of Monteray—the Mex evacuating the town fast they have 7 days to leave—I visited the City today and found it the best fortified city in the world except Quebec—the hand of ingenuity as well as nature has been most beautifully displayed—the Stars and Stripes float proudly over the top of the old Hornets next [nest]—it is a beautifull city—many fine Halls well furnished—gardens of unparallel grandeur and bea[u]ty—it is somthing solemn and imposing to see the Mexican[s] marching out—beating the retreat—
26th. Col. Woods brot in the news that we were no longer needed—that Genl T was well pleased—and that we might go home when we pleased, but if the war continued he wanted Texians. So now so soon as we get our little might [mite] we will be off—our departure seems to be very much regretted
27th. nothing stirring to day—every body gone to town—to buy Blankets—all went smoothly on to 30th—there is a 12 mo Ranging company being made up—Genl Lamar Capt—Dr Nach [Nash] 1st Lt—
31st. Dr. Woodgard—M. Lacy, Jimy Hill, arrived from Camargo—all hands are busy fixing to be off—J K H concluded to go by water (1st Oct) Sold his horse and Rigging for $145—
2nd. Mustered out of the Service of U. S. and going home in a hurry—
3rd. nothing going on to day (4 and 5) all is dull—nothing going on in camp rumor say's several Mexican killed—Texians done it of course—we are all extremely anxious to get off—but they wont pay off—Western Regt is being pd off and going home— commenced to pay us to day—two companies—(9 and 10) all is fixed and hasty preperations are being made to be off. I have concluded to return by water am making up a company to go to Camargo—as I't [sic] is looked upon as being very hazardous to undertake that trip in small corps—I regret extremely to leave my uncle but hoping he will return home to the happy embrace at his family ere long—I have concluded to go—the companies commenced leaving in disorder and confusion—some ready and gone—others not quite ready some drunk and frolicing—at 3 oclock precisely after having partaken of a frugal repast with Uncle K and Gent B and taken leave of my friends, I mounted my fine Pony and left Walnut Springs for home—my company consisted of about 20 men—but few weapons—some even were tolerable tight—merry—some of the "bo-hoy's" before and some still in Monteray and all going ahead promiscuously not thinking or earring much for danger—seemingly every man for himself—vomused in quick time—16 miles to "Camp Our Friow" [Agua Frio]—when all hands went to work and prepared as good a supper as I ever eat—at least I thot so—that night Woodgard had his horse stolen—but got two to boot—was aroused about 2½ oclock—some swore it was day and some it was not—however we all got up and prepared breakfast—not yet being day—we "saddled up" and were off to overtake ballance of Regt—
12th. 9 miles to "Marine" when we overhauled several companies—passed on after a fruitless attempt to get some muscal 12 miles to Rauche Ramose and nooned—had an ecellent dinner of good coffee—Roasting Ears—Eggs—and tortear's [tortillas] Thence 24 mile farther to "Ranch Karoceta" [Caracita]—where we encamped for the night with several other companies—horses badly jaded and oh! how the chickens did squall and the Pigs did squeel was a sin and the Boy's [and] gals did laught and dance—we Lionized extensively—we didnt do nothing else—
13th. started this morning about sun up—all in fine glee and spirits—and reached about 8 oclock—"Ceralvo"—our depot—so here we parted without our friends who are going by land—after collecting "our squad"—or the most of them—we went out 6 miles by 2 oclock—but struck camp for the night—so as to enable all to come up (Camp "Sacarta") that evening reinforcement joined us—26 more in company—purchased me a fine Mexican Blanket Bot of a "Bonito Senioreta" made with her own little hands—oh! she was lovely to look upon—her eyes were neither blue nor Blk—yet Beautifull they combined the expression of both—the cinctellation [sic] of them beamed with goodness and loveliness—would that she were of other blood—I lost here my "scopet"—laid down and picked up by some Mexican—I would not have taken $100 for it having taken it from the hands of [a] Mexican on the day of Battle—met here one Jno Baker alias Dr B— Ceralvo is a small village—much dilapidated—population some 1500 or 2000—low chapperal flat country around us—but interesting in many particulars some large cypress trees near here I am told—good water first rate—about an hour by sun it was determined that supper should be got after having gotten far from the road side—I was appointed "Chief Cook and bottle washer" so half doz went to work—and all done their duty to what was cooked—supper being over a very interesting te-te a tete was enjoy[ed]—talking over our hairbreadth escape and anticipating our welcome at home—without watch all dropt off to sleep—
14th. a while before day—we mounted and vomused with a vengance—10 miles to Big Ranch and Breakfasted—overtook two other men—10 miles to water and nooned. we were now entering a dangerous part of the Country but all went mereily and fearlessly along with but 4 or 5 guns in Company—we were determined if attacked to fight to the last—this country rather fine tho chapperal still—getting back to mudy water—Parish did not come up—rather uneasy about him—having just met several armed Mexicans—scenery more lively and interesting—our company is made up with confounded good fellows and brave ones and all lively and in good cheer—started about 2½ oclock thro a rought—tho picturesque country—14 miles to "Mier" where we arrived just at sun down and having some apprehensions—demanded and obtained the "Great Plaza" to stay in—the same Plaza from which the Mexicans resisted the Texians so stubbornly in 1842—I took supper with Don Domingo—an Itallian Mex wife—the very house in which the noble Texians fought so bravely from—the sign is still there planely to be seen—where they worked their way thro the walls and wended their way from house top to housetop—population of "Mier" now about 4000 tho once much greater—it is a Beautifull place—more prety women than I have seen else where—250 mile to Monclova and San Antonio—to San Phillippe 140 same to Corpus Christi—90 to Monteray— and 24 to Camargo long may I remember the names of Parblenita and Quarnita—they are dazzling beauties and farfamed—they are fair—but a tawny tinge or bronze is disernable
15th. Left Mier at 9 oclock—after attending funeral Ceremonies over a Seniora—arrived at Camargo precisely at 2 oclock found the old Bought and Ready—ready sure enought—obtained our passport—sold my pony lost $10 on him—was Envited by Capt Morgan Cook up to Tenn Regt and being prevailed upon by my accquaintance remained during the night—two Baskets of Champagne was ordered and every boddy got drunk—even the Brigadier Genl and Col Haskell[?]
16th. down to the boat before Breakfast—Lt Clough and Hinsy and Allen and others just arrived in time—Boat left about 8½ oclock—I am now aboard of as comfortable and happy as I can be—none but those who have undergone privations and hardships can properly appreciate the b[l]essing and comfort I now enjoy—imagine a fellow roughly clad seated in a neat clean birth—who feels like he never saw any thing of the kind before—and you can judge how yr humble svt feels—I feel that I done my duty to my country and now return perfectly satisfied—had "corn bread" for Breakfast—Heavens what a treat—I have not yet got used to the Knife and fork—nor my clean birth—tho every thing for to have pleasant trip—we are now passing thro the finest and richest country in the world—if owned by the right kind of people—well I have eaten a most magnificent and delicious dinner—in fact too much for I already begin to feel curious—at the head of the table which was spread with every luxury sat his Excellency the Gentlemanly old Capt—yr humble svt immediately on his left—he called for a Bot of wine and I having become somewhat ineciated [initiated] in to his good opinion he passed the Bot to me—recollect I had not seen a bot of good wine since here I had been—I filled a bumper and drank "His most Eccellent health" This was repeated until he and myself loudly . . [illegible] interesting—after dinner he ordered his Clk to give me a Bot. of his good old Rye which I accepted with the most gratefull and profound Respct—I need not say it was good—it was magnificent and now since dinner I have washed and put on what—a shirt—yes a clean white shirt—first I have had since left home—Bo't at Camargo—and you may be assured I feel like a Gentleman—to night I shall have my boots ellegantly Blked—and by tomorrow I expect I shall be too proud and exalted to speak to any body—the comfort and pleasure one feels in putting on a "clean white shirt" amply repaies for having worn a dirty one six months—after much delay at times during the day—we stoped for the night at a wood yard at a Ranch on the Texas side and kicked up "mucho fandango" had fine times—after which got up this morning—washed took a drink of the Good old Capt['s] Whiskey—felt much refresh tho didnt sleep soundly—was restless—eat a good Breakfast and smoked a Regulia—what comforts—I am now lolling in my birth—thinking of home sweet home—refreshed myself with 2 hours repose—got up and eat a good dinner—time rolled sluggishly on until night when the Fandango relieved us again—much bonito Seniorita was there and she flew in the mazy dance—I flattered myself I would have a happy sleep to night—but it was a stranger to [me]—at last I thot that not being in habit of sleeping on such comfortable bedding—it might be cause of my restlessness—so I took my Mexican [blanket] and went out on the guard—where I lay quietly all night
18th. Reached Matamoros and we all got sorter tight—staid 2 hours—got me a new hat and breeches—oh how good I slept that night awoke up in the morning at Brazos mouth
19th. Had to foot it to Brazos Santiago 9 miles so off we tottled over the sandiest road you ever saw—found the "McKim" a steam vessel there but will not be off under a day or two
20th. spent the day in painful and uneasy suspence—awaiting the departure of the Boat—met Capt Early and some of the Western Rgt there—I spent the night with Capt Early in the old shanty—called an eating house—with a motley and mongrel crew—not much better than an old stable—the bad boy's eating and sleeping just when they can—
21st. got up soon this morning saw the Capt of Boat and learned that the vessel would leave at 12 oclock Embarked aboard of her—about 4 oclock P. M. and owing to the entanglement of the anchors were detained until 1 oclock at night—about 300 passengers aboard—
22nd. Well I am nearly dead bursting with laughter at some of our boy's and others who have been unfortunate enough to get "Sea Sick" it is impossible for me to restrain myself—They heaving and sitting and cursing me, for laughting at them but I cant help it—such heaving and sitting and hooping and hollowing and groaning and growling you never did hear—one would think every moment would be their last and yet I cant help laughting at them—I am expecting every moment I shall be attacked Well birth[s] being somewhat scarce I was put into the Grocery with the Bar Keeper—what a lucky dog—and we did live a merry life of it too—A. G. when I think about being surrounded with all kinds of liquors oranges candies cake and every thing of that kind I can but think of you old fellow and by some kind of management I got in the Grocery Keepers favor—and made good use of it—he told me to make free of any thing there—frequently waited to take a horn with him etc—would not take pay All went smoothly on—only when one went to walk and then the old vessel kept such a rocking one would reel to and fro like a drunken man sure enough Thus far I can eat my rations—
the sea this morning (22) is still smooth and goes gently on—but few have an apetite to eat—the sickest set of fellows—I ever saw and yet I cant help—"laughing" as Dr Field would say—we are making but poor head way—the wind being up and somewhat against us
on 23rd we were making good head way about 45 miles as we supposed off Galveston and the engine got out of order—the sails were hoisted and here we are lying on our oars—the breeze beating us off and consequently not likely to reach Galveston soon—making little or no progress—the ballance of the day and all night yet nearing the city—
24th. the city in sight but we were standing stil—put out the signal of distress and a Pilot came aboard and by his aid landed at Galveston in the evening took lodgeing at the Tremont—took charge of Capt Early and Parish both sick—took them to my room—intending to stay with them until they recovered—met D D Calf—spent the day agreeably—saw some awful pretty women—fixed up myself—shaved shirted and boots Blk called up to see Mrs C—spent the evening pleasantly—on my leave she said she claimed my company to church that night being Sunday well I couldnt refuse—so after supper up I goes and the bal[ance] Ill tell verbally
Capt E getting worse—Parish better—set up all night calld in 2 Dr's—
25th. was with him all day—died 12 P. M. interred on 26th with masonic honors died and burried also at the same time and place—Wm S. Fisher—little sick myself—badly scared—called on the Dr took some medacin
27th. day passed gloomily away—tho met with old acquaintance, 2 young Ladies and had a fine time—
28th. quite sick this morning but went to see some young ladies and all passed away—unpropicious with wind against us and a storm impending and it raining—
29th. still blowing and raining—after which a calm and about 1 oclock the old vessel launched out and the wind being good the way we go—I again amused with those who were sick particularly Mrs [?] Allen who seemed to be awfully bad off—by night the laught I thot was turned on me—I too was ailing could eat no supper—felt mighty sick 'fraid for any one to see me—keep my room all next—
30th. but my birth mate the Grocery Keeper and being a friend of mine fixed up something and I took it—and got well—the wind was all night—cloudy all day—until about sun down—the sun shown out—the old Capt and I had some sharp words I stood upon my official dignity knowing I had friends there and talked to him just as I pleased—I got the best of it
31st. the weather still fine and under a brisk head way—I was treated that [sic] a Lord by the old Capt after that Passed into the Balish [Belize] about 3 or 4 oclock arrived in New Orleans at sun up on 1st Nov after a very pleasant voyage from Galveston—took up boarding at Mrs Taylors on Canal St.
Left on 4th Nov at night on board the Bulletin for Memphis where I arrived on "7" at night—staid there until 12th on which day I reached Holly Spring—where I have spent the pleasantest part of my life spent a fine week in Paris Tenn—thence thro H. S. [Holly Springs] where I remained until the 5th Feby, then to Memphis on the 6th at night left aboard the Memphis for home—
How to cite:
Holland, James K., "DIARY OF A TEXAN VOLUNTEER IN THE MEXICAN WAR ", Volume 030, Number 1, Southwestern Historical Quarterly Online, Page 1 - 33. http://www.tsha.utexas.edu/publications/journals/shq/online/v030/n1/article_5.html
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