Tuesday, February 20, 2018

Once Upon A Time in Texas...The Enchanted Rock


         "We are unable to give to the reader the traditionary cause why this place was so named. But nevertheless, the Indians had a great awe, amounting almost to reverence for it, and would tell many legendary tales connected with it and the fate of a few brave warriors, the last of a tribe now extinct, who defended themselves there for many years as in a strong castle, against the attacks of their hostile brethren. But they were finally overcome and totally annihilated, and ever since 'the Enchanted Rock' has been looked upon as the exclusive property of these phantom warriors. This is one of the many tales which the Indians tell concerning it." - Samuel C. Reid, Jr., The Scouting Expedition of McCulloch's Texas Rangers, 1848.

     
          One day in the frozen North, a tribe of Mammoth hunters went for a walk...and ended up in Texas. They took their time, just "moseying" along as true Texians do. Life moved no faster than your two feet carried you 12,000 years ago. The tribe grew and dwindled, surging with births and marriages then shrinking as wild beasts and other tribes whittled away at them. The first Texians strode over the vast plains of North America with club and flint-tipped spear, moving to the flowing rhythms of Nature, following the Mastodon and the Bison as they gathered what they needed from the continental cornucopia. 
       Leaving the bones of two or three generations mulching the Mammoth trails, these First Ones finally ceased their wanderings at their first glimpse of a great stone glistening in the morning sun like a pile of fiery diamonds. Something about the place whispered to them. Their destiny lay here. So they made permanent camp at its base. The long walk over, they sunk down roots and created a new civilization in this promised land. 



         Texas provided all their needs. Mastodon and Bison kept them in meat for weeks at a time; wild grape vineyards and beehives gave life sweetness and the heady sting of wine; berries, plums, peaches and other fruits now long extinct hung ripe and pregnant with nectar in the summer haze. Like the cyclopes of Homer, they "never lifted their hands to plant or plow but relied on the immortal gods. Wheat, barley, and vines with their richly clustered grapes, grow there without plowing or sowing, and rain from the heavens makes them flourish." The great birds of those days made the caves around its summit a rookery and birthed the legends of the Thunderbird. The creeks glittered with gold nuggets, easy to pick up and take home to fashion into wondrous jewelry. They carved a great tunnel beneath their Guardian and the walls ran thick with golden veins. Life in the shadow of this mountainous alchemy of amethyst, beryl, gold, silver, topaz and quartz was a dream of peace among a menagerie of mythic beasts. 



Man was closer to the gods in those days before technology cut us off from the heavens. When the granite seemed to pour molten silver down her sides in the moonlight, spirits rippled along the summit's rim in cold flashes of fire breathing dreams upon themSome of these dreams would be channeled eons later by other tribes when they took their vision quests upon the summit. These spiritual radio transmissions to the Tonkawa, Apache and Comanche were not written down and only a handful made it to the ears of Texas Rangers. The one tale most often told was a Romeo and Juliet style romance that brought destruction down upon the first Texians. It is a romance wrapped in a funerary shroud of blue and ivory...
       
       It came to pass that a young warrior rode further afield than any of his people ever had. He and the mastodon he bestrode explored the land for weeks beyond the limits of his tribal hunting grounds until one fateful day he heard a distant dull roaring beating an eternal tattoo. It called to him and he followed the drums. The drums resolved into white foam and green waves hammering their eternal assault on a lonesome beach. It was the first time he ever beheld such a large body of water and he had no concept of what an ocean even was. Imagine the mind of a baby beholding the ocean for the first time, gobsmacked in inexpressible wonder. His mind couched in submission, lying mute before the enormity roaring before him in awful majesty. But as he scanned the rippling horizon he suddenly glimpsed a dark speck along the beach. He steered the furry pachyderm that direction. The dark dot resolved into a sailing craft as they thudded closer, though he had no idea what a boat actually was. 


    
        The vessel had something of the look of the ships Greeks later sailed in their argosies upon the wine dark sea. It lay wrecked alongside prehistoric flotsam and jetsam - titanic sea shells and the dragon teeth of carnivores lurking beneath the waves. The Mastadon grunted and poked at the wreck with his trunk a bit before allowing the young warrior to descend. As he walked about the vessel, he imagined it had something to do with floating since it was on a beach but had no how it worked beyond that. His traveling companion nosed about some more, turned over a broken board and suddenly erupted into a hoot of warning. The youth peered into the hull and froze in wonder. There lay the most beautiful sight his eyes ever beheld: a brown-skinned girl sleeping upon a pillow of her lustrous dark hair, wrapped in a robe of blue and white, with a face more beautiful than sunset burning the rim of the sea before a storm. Everything about her sang to unknown chambers of his heart and unlocked something within him. She couldn't be dead. He leaped into the boat and swept her soft body up into his arms. She still breathed - but barely. He dragged her free of the wreck and frantically tried to waken this sleeping dream into a reality. Groggy eyes gradually opened and focused on the young warrior. She cried out in shock, beating wildly at his chest, gauging, punching and kicking at him. He vainly tried to make her understand that he meant her no harm. Finally he released her and stepped back with his hands raised. 
   "Calm yourself, Calm yourself! I am not trying to harm you. I found you in that...thing and was trying to awaken you. I thought you had passed over." She glared wildly at him but she had stopped backing away. The tone of his voice was kind and she was also clear headed enough now to translate his body language. As she calmed down she also realized how handsome he was. The first Texians were giants and he was no exception. Nearly seven feet tall, molded of iron muscle rippling beneath his skin like a panther he stood before her in nothing but an animal skin loincloth. His skin was lighter than her's but still darkly bronzed by a life lived entirely outdoors. Her own flawless form was draped in a blue and white white dress reminiscent of later Minoan art and it did nothing to hide the lush curves of her voluptuous body. The two young innocents unabashedly admired each other as the surf's roar lost out to the roar of their beating hearts. That unspoken language that needs no translation glimmered behind their eyes. He reached out gently towards her at last to bridge the gap and clasp her trembling hand...




       He brought her back to his people and they cared for her. The elders tried to piece together her story through signs and drawings she etched into the dust as she learned their language. Their two tongues were actually very similar, as society had not evolved enough to give birth to the many thousands of disparate languages in existence today. It took months but they finally pieced together something of her tale...
   She was a princess, as all legends require, and her father ruled a mighty island empire floating far to the east on the great sea. "Our kingdom spans the size of a continent but my father ever hungers for more. He is the son of a god after all, or so it is believed upon pain of death. He forces his scientists to dream up great war machines you cannot possibly imagine to spread fire and sword through all the lands within sailing distance. An armada of purple sailed ships cut the wine dark sea, carrying his armies to pillage the less advanced tribes around us. But as I was raised in the purple, I had only vague ideas of the different conquests father's armies made, for he kept me close in the royal gardens of his mightiest estates. The great temple of the Moon lies within the palace grounds as well, built of solid silver and the ivory countless elephants contributed. As oldest daughter of the king, I was the high priestess of the Moon and of my nation. Here I offered the sacrifices of bulls and first harvests to the moon goddess, draped in robes of woven silver, singing such heavenly odes of worship that the moon trembled at their wondrous beauty and the dewdrops were her tears."


More and more gold poured into the treasury. The artwork of the conquered decorated grander and grander palaces while riotous feasts of new foods and exotic spices flooded every banquet hall. "My home is the greatest civilization on earth, yet rots away from within, eaten alive by the cancer of debauchery. Slaves of every color and gender do absolutely every single task for each citizen of the empire. Some are even expected to read their owner's will through their eyes and speak for them so their owner's tongue will not grow weary. Others held their master's eyes open and aided in blinking.
Festivals, parades and great games speed each week along, the people grow fat and gross in their lazy luxuriousness. My father collects more and more wives, glutting his all consuming lust as he sires hundreds of lesser princes and princesses. Every day his explorers discover hitherto unknown lands to add to the fold for The Great King dreams of holding the entire earth in tribute to his iron will one day. He is a very great man." Her voice reeked of withering sarcasm.
         "Yet before that great destiny arrived, he needed a great queen to replace my long dead mother. So he planned to add his own daughter to his list of conquests." She shuddered in revulsion. "He wanted his First Born as his head wife to begin his legitimate dynasty through her, a pure-blood family undiluted by anything common or by the strange taint of foreign concubines. A god isn't bound by any foolish mortal law. Does not everyone know that he himself was the Son of the Sea, conceived after the thundering waves ravished his mother upon a silver moonlit beach? The heir that I would give him, according to his court scientists, would be two thirds immortal blood and the heir to the greatness that came with that." She trembled at the horror of it all.
         "But the Moon, my goddess, is Queen of the Night and She heard the king muttering his plans as he tossed and turned in slumber. The Moon warned me of my father's madness, speaking to me in shadows of moonbeams - images floating in glowing dust like stars upon rippling water."
         And so our heroine fled the twisted passion of her sire, abandoning all she'd every known, launching out alone over the world's rim. Bribes and favors only a princess could manage pressed into sweaty palms and she found herself soon enough alone on a ship, sailing the whale road west into the dying embers of the sun. Weeks passed over the endless billows under an endless sky with the only break in the monotony being the occasional sea serpent attack. But with her own skill and the strength of her protective goddess she managed to sail within a few hours of the coast of Texas - much further inland than it is today. All of Texas was once actually the floor of a midnight sea; receding over millennia and giving birth to new landscapes for life to burrow into as the eons rushed by. But before she managed to press her perfect feet into the sandy girdle of the unknown, a monstrous shadow launched itself upon her ship from beneath the waves. Great jaws smashed the hull like kindling and the wounded craft upended. The leviathan didn't much care for the taste of wood and left the broken boat to drift along with the tide, swimming away with many unwanted toothpicks stuck in its teeth. She managed to hold on the rocking ruins for days it seemed till she finally succumbed to exhaustion. She never felt the boat thrust into the Texas mainland, lulled to sleep by the never ending surf.


         And so now she was adopted by the People of the Rock and, naturally, she fell madly in love with her handsome rescuer. He too loved this dark pearl of the sea. One evening he proposed to her as they watched the violet crown of evening descend over the horizon. She accepted and great jubilation erupted to the skies from that secret corner of Eden.


         But before the lovers could become one, doom marched over the horizon and covered their romance in Shadow. It happened on a glorious spring morning, the kind that only Texas can shout forth in a celebration of Existence. It rained the night before and trickling runoff giggled over the golden creek beds, tiny neon yellow flowers outlined every rock and crevice, and the bare skull of the Rock pooled up little ponds of water upon the summit.


Tall grass, aloes, and more of the neon yellow flowers fringed the ponds while the fields around the rock erupted into deep crimson, gold, and white blooms. It was as if the entire land was the body of a great titanic corpse and the rock was its skull, bedecked in funerary finery, copper skin streaked with red, gold and white war paint. It was the morning of the wedding. 



         Preparations for the sacred ceremony were being made when suddenly a great horn bellowed over the surrounding hills. Her father had hunted her for months and at long last tracked her here with the full might of his army behind him. The People of the Rock immediately leaped into action. Women and children fled into the hinterlands lead by the wisest of the elders while all the young men of fighting age with a few of the older battle scarred warriors as "generals" prepared to meet the foe the only way they knew how - with club, spear and arrow. But our heroine refused to leave with the other women and told her soon-to-be-husband, "I will stand forever by your side, for I am the reason that my father is here in the first place. Let us be married here and now, ere death sweeps us all away."

The chief quickly bound their hands together with a rope woven of crimson flowers and as the terrible horns of war thrummed in their ears, they pledged their undying love amidst the battle cries of the dying and the hiss of arrows darkening the skies.


         The People of the Rock took shelter at the top and within caves, launching their own arrows back at the glittering horde. They had less arrows to waste than the Sea People, so they took their time and made every single one count. But it didn't make a dint in that undulating creature that was the invading army. Deep within the recesses of the caverns under the Rock they had food stores and more weapons stacked up so they were not overly worried just yet. They settled in for the long haul and awaited the earth shaking charge of the invaders. Wave after wave charged up the smooth granite and crashed headlong into the arrows and lances of the First Free People of Texas. Bodies piled up till one couldn't even see the bottom of the Rock buried underneath the slain. From that pinnacle they held off the invaders for weeks. Our heroine stood alongside the men every moment, sending her own countrymen to choke on their blood in the dust.

         These warriors were giants and their deeds of valor rivaled anything on the plains of Troy. They smote ruin upon the Sea People and nourished themselves upon the hearts and blood of their fallen enemy, stacking the bodies into towers that arose in grotesque pyramids of putrescence. Clouds of vultures wheeled endlessly over the rock blotting out the sun. But even heroes eventually must succumb to the inevitable. One by one the unit wore down to a mere handful. The youth and his bride were among them. The Sea King saw their diminished numbers and planned to launch a last assault upon these remaining few with the full force of his entire army. Our heroine saw the doom looming before them that last great day. "I can see in my mind all my new brothers in arms cut down like wheat before winnowing blades." She clutched her lover's hand and wept in rage for the pain she had brought them all. He held her close and whispered, "This is the will of the cruel gods but there is no fault in you. We must bow to our fate and hope to embrace once more in the afterlife."


The Bride plead to the Moon hanging above them in the gathering twilight, watching the Sea King's army prepare itself for the final assault the next morning. She sang one last song to her goddess as the sun died and the full moon rose huge and red - a blood moon - stretching against the bounds of heaven. She outstretched her arms, her body draped in her blue and white robe framed against the moon. She sang a song of submission and defiance, of love and death, of grief and joy. The Moon heard her and sobbed, sending falling stars ripping through the shroud of night. The wind sighed about them all and the Bride heard within her mind the whispering of the goddess - telling her what she must do.
         Hours later, as both sides slumbered in the deep watches of the night, the full moon suddenly went black. The world plunged into a darkness beyond darkness and the few watchmen awake trembled in fear. Whispering to each other in terror they argued over whether they should stumble towards  the King's tent and wake him. Just as they finally decided to disturb his slumber, a great burst of light roared to life at the center of their camp. It was the Sea King's royal tent. And it was ablaze. Etched against the flames they saw a woman's shadow spitting the bloated king upon a trident - the royal scepter of this son of the sea - as he screamed and struggled like a fish. The tent blazed around them and the silhouettes disappeared into the flames. The royal tent was now a funeral pyre. The moon's light came back, as if She'd gone out just long enough to let her priestess use the cover of darkness to sneak to her father's tent and give him a parting embrace.
         Before her self-sacrifice, the Bride prayed to her goddess that the deity would save the life of her husband and the lives of his fellow warriors. The prayers were heard. As dawn arose the Sea King's soldiers charged the mountain in berserk rage at the loss of the king.

The Moon, still in the sky but fading fast, breathed on the last few of the Free People awaiting ghastly death, transforming their great forms into stone even as they felt the chill breeze kiss their skin. The Sea People broke their bronze blades upon granite pillars and choked on their thwarted vengeance. But now all they could do is return to camp in a daze of confusion and figure out what to do now that their king was dead.
         The royal guards rooted about in the ashes of the king's tent for bones. They found what they could and packed them into a great urn to take back home for a royal funeral. Upon their retreat the ashes hoisted aloft upon the wings of the wind and spread far and wide about the land melding into the soil. The dead warriors of the Sea People were buried and became compost for wildflowers and trees. A year passed. The remnants of the Free People returned to the rock after months of wandering, hardship and battles with other tribes. When they returned home they found little evidence of the battle and took note of the many new pillars of stone that had mysteriously appeared. But they gave no more thought to these strange new outcroppings when they saw something that had never before been seen upon the earth. A vast field of blue and white flowers spread out beyond the rock, a perfumed ocean rippling in the warm sun, the scent so thick that a haze hung over the field like a bridal veil. None had seen these flowers before and none knew how so many had come to spring up there. Not till the shamans communed with the spirits did they learn of the final day of their beloved warriors and of the sacrifice of their adopted daughter. The spirits also whispered that the Moon gave one last blessing to her priestess - transforming her ashes into the seeds of a gorgeous new bloom taking on the sacred colors of her bridal gown. A symbol of one great woman's love, bravery and sacrifice to forever carpet the fields and valleys of Texas.

 And so the centuries passed. The People of the Rock faded into history and were absorbed by other tribes. The Mastodon vanished and the buffalo were eventually driven to the very precipice of extinction. Other tribes made their home here and in their vision quests witnessed what happened all those thousands of years ago. The Rock became a place of reverence, a holy site, an eternal memorial to the bravery of those first Texians.  And there the warrior and his brothers still stand, silent guardians of the Rock, vigilantly watching new invaders walking amidst the waves of blue and white.




         Story, Enchanted Rock and wildflower images are copyright Ben Friberg 2018
         Many thanks to Ryan Gronquist for his incredible Blood Moon Picture











Sunday, January 14, 2018

Rejoiced At My Fate: Three Letters of January, 1836


Crockett's favorite portrait

Back in January of 1836, three future Alamo defenders sent their last known letters back home before their martyrdom. One of the letter writers was the legendary David Crockett. It was an encouraging letter, letting his loved ones back home know how his scouting expedition was going. It is a rather touching farewell, full of hope for a prosperous future he would never get to see.

St Augustine Texas Jany 9 1836
My Dear Son & Daughter this is the first time I have had the opportunity to write to you with convenience I am now blessed with excellent health and am in high spirits although I have had many difficultys to encounter I have got through safe and have been received by every body with the open arm of friendship I am hailed with a hardy welcome to this country a dinner and a party of Ladys have honored me with an invitation to participate with them both in Nacogdoches and this place the cannon was fired here on my arrival and I must say as to what I have seen of Texas it is the garden spot of the world the best land and the best prospect for health I ever saw is here and I do believe it is a fortune to any man to come here there is a world of country to settle it is not required here to pay down for your League of Land every man is entitled to his head right of 4000 - 428 acres they may make the money to pay for it off the Land.


I expect in all probability to settle on the Bodark or Choctaw Bayou of Red River that I have no doubt is the richest country in the world good Land and plenty of timber and the best springs and good mill streams good range clear water and ever appearance of good health and game plenty It is in the pass where the Buffalo passes from the north to south and back twice a year and bees and honey plenty.

I have a great hope of getting the agency to settle that country and I would be glad to see every friend I have settle there It would be a fortune to them all I have taken the oath of the Government and have enrolled my name as a volunteer for six months and will set out for the Rio Grand in a few days with the volunteers from the United States all volunteers is entitled to a vote for a member of the convention or to be voted for and I have but little doubt of being elected a member to form a constitution for this Province.


I am rejoiced at my fate I had rather be in my present situation than to be elected to a seat in Congress for life I am in hopes of making a fortune for my self and family bad as has been my prospects.

I have not wrote to William but have requested John to direct him what to do I hope you show him this letter and also your brother John as it is not convenient at this time for me to write to them.

I hope you will do the best you can and I will do the same do not be uneasy about me for I am with my friends.

I must close with great respects your affectionate Father 

Farewell
David Crockett


After being beaten at politics for defending the Cherokee against the land hungry settlers and with a deep rooted hatred for the current president Martin Van Buren (a Jackson man), Crockett did what many Americans in history have threatened when someone they hated took power - he left the United States. 
Texas was a foreign country then (still kinda is) as it was a northern state of Mexico. Crockett's fellow Tennessee failure, Sam Houston, already lived here and was quickly becoming a mover and a shaker. He was also secretly trying to get Texas for Andy Jackson to annex...but that's another story.
Crockett, like Houston, came seeking rebirth as a big fish in a small pond. He'd been talking about moving to Texas at least since 1834. Most folks back then moved to Texas to start over and remake themselves into something grander than what they had been in the United States. Texas was a tabula rasa - a blank slate - for struggling folks in the United States, a "garden spot" overflowing with natural resources the tiny population of Tejanos had thus far failed to exploit. Texas was a seductive siren for mid-life crisis men like Crockett trying to shake off their failures and start fresh. 



Crockett very much needed a new start. Though he was a superstar he somehow managed to stay rather poor. He'd written a popular autobiography, made a public tour of the East coast, served in Congress, had popular stage characters created in his image, etc. but he still had to pawn a watch when he got into Texas in order to get a little spending money. Think of that. Here was a man who was literally a household name all over the US and he had to pawn his personal belongings to buy simple provisions.


The rumblings of the Texas Revolution had already vibrated east, so Crockett was well aware of the general state of affairs when he entered East Texas January 5, 1836. He had been delivering "You can go to hell, and I will go to Texas" speeches over and over again as he traveled from Tennessee through Arkansas and into Nacogdoches. Once he arrived in Texas he very quickly decided to join the army of the provisional government and would later take the oath on January 14th, famously signing it only after insisting upon the insertion of the word "republican" in the document. He would only swear allegiance to the "Provisional Government of Texas or any future REPUBLICAN government that may be hereafter declared." Crockett had his belly full of American tyrants in the White House...he wouldn't risk his neck to prop up another. By then, he was fully committed to the Texian cause of liberty. He certainly also had an eye towards a future position in the new government. If you're going to bleed to birth a nation, why wouldn't you want to be rewarded with a position in the newborn government? But his insistence on the new government being republican in nature reveals a certain high minded idealism in his decision to join the army. After joining the army, he set his eyes towards San Antonio...and Eternity. 

Whenever I read up on the events surrounding the Alamo, I am always struck by Crockett's situation. Here was a 50 year old guy, at that time well past middle age, trying to start completely over. He was a national celebrity but had to sell his own watch to get money. How embarrassing that must have been. He had little military experience but was now suddenly considered one of the most important leaders in probably the most famous siege in modern history. He was also one of the oldest defenders surrounded by 20-something single men who all revered him as a Paul Bunyan type figure. From the few eye witness accounts, it's more than apparent he took on a fatherly responsibility of the men, knowing he was the de facto alpha male because of his fame. He constantly worked to keep the morale up with jokes, encouragement, bouts of marksmanship and fiddle playing. Though I don't find him quite as fascinating as Jim Bowie, I think Crockett was one of the most moral men involved at the Alamo. He was there for the right reasons. As he told the citizens of San Antonio upon his arrival:
  
"Fellow citizens, I am among you. I have come to your country, though not, I hope, through any selfish motive whatever. I have come to aid you all I can in your noble cause. I shall identify myself with your interests, and all the honor that I desire is defending as a high private, in common with my fellow citizens, the liberties of our common country."

Crockett was in Texas because he fought for the Cherokee against the almighty Andrew Jackson. He was now fighting a brutal dictator in order to establish a republican government. He had the chance to slip over the wall and escape but never did. He staid and fought it out till the end. He was a very simple man - too simple to succeed as a politician - but he was a heroic man more than worthy of his beloved motto "Be always sure you're right-then go a-head!"







She is tolerably ugly and tolerably poor and tolerably illiterate. But she is virtuous and a good housekeeper.

That's a hilarious snippet from a letter written by William R. Carey about his prospective bride. Though we've all heard of Travis, Bowie and Crockett, Carey was actually the Alamo's FIRST Texian commander after it was captured from the Mexican army.

Ben Milam
A native Virginian, Carey first arrived in Texas in the summer of 1835 at Washington-on-the-Brazos. When the revolution began a few months later, he joined up, became a lieutenant, and followed "Old Ben Milam into San Antone" at the battle of Bexar. After the battle, most folks went home. It was December, the Mexican army had been sent packing and no one figured reprisals from Santa Anna till well into spring. Besides, the battle of Bexar was kind of a last minute, let's-everybody-charge-pell-mell-into-Bexar-just-for-the-helluva-it type of battle. Most Texians had already left for home before the battle anyway. Only 300 charged in at Milam's battle cry. Carey was elected captain of his artillery unit and they stayed in San Antone through winter to give Lt. Col. James C. Neill some help with further fortifying the Alamo. Neill stayed in town and commanded there for a bit, while Carey commanded from the Alamo till Neill eventually moved his boys into the Alamo.
James C. Neill, later in life

Neill had to leave the Alamo in February because of a family emergency. He handed over command to William B. Travis and thus set him on the path to Immortality while Neill has sadly become a much neglected figure in Texas history. Captain Carey meanwhile continued to command his unit which now bore the totally awesome nickname "The Invincibles." That tells you a lot about Carey right there. He would command the artillery throughout the siege and met his fate, like all the other adult male volunteers, in the early darkness of a March morning two weeks later.
Not much to hang a bio on thus far. But what really grabbed my attention about this defender was a long letter he sent to his family about two months before his death. It's pretty colorful and this guy had a great sense of humor. His hilarious comment on the unprepossessing looks and wit of his new bride made me laugh out loud. The spelling and punctation have been preserved on this letter but I made more paragraphs so you don't lose your place. It may seem long but I highly recommend you read it all the way through. This brave man's personality really comes through across the centuries as he describes the battle of Bexar and his life as the Alamo commander during the months before his death. His unique voice may remind you of some colorful people in your own life in these all too drab modern times.
The earliest known picture of the Alamo, 1849

St. Antonio De Bexar
Jan. 12, 1836
Dear Brother & Sister

To give you any satisfaction about my situation at present I should have to give you a history of Texas and the Mexican Government, but let me commence by saying that I am in the volunteer army of Texas. I arrived at Washington on the 28th of July. This is a small town situated on the Brazos river & there I intended to take up my final residence, but the unsettled state of affairs between Texas & the Mexican Government, I was called to the field.
Movements on the part of the Mexicans aroused our suspicious. They want to establish Centralism or rather military depotism, a government that is repugnant to the principals of free born Americans, we remonstrated and sent commissioners, but we could not positively ascertain on account of their treachery and deceit. They denied it and still they were making preparations for it, but we were on the alert.

I shall have to state the situation of this place and also the town of Gonzales so as to give a little information on the affair. This place is an ancient Mexican fort & Town divided by a small river which eminates from Springs. The town has two Squares in and the church in the centre, one a military and the other a government square. The Alamo or the fort as we call it, is a very old building, built for the purpose of protecting the citizens from hostile Indians. The Mexican army or rather part of them came to this place commanded by Martin de Perfecto de Coss, a bold aspiring young General. The town of Gonzales is about 78 miles below this place on the Warloupe (Guadalupe) river. 
The Battle of Gonzales
The enemy (as I shall now call them) sent about 200 of their troops to Gonzales after a cannon that they sent there for the use of the citizens to fight the indians. We then were aroused and watched closely their movements. 

Volunteers was called for to fight for their country I was one of the first that started, about 150 of us ready in a moments warning, and we marched to Gonzales and put the enemy to flight they retreated to this place, we then considered it essentially necessity for the security of our peace to drive them from this place, but we concluded to wait for reinforcements as we were so few in number, and they in a fortified place but unfortunately for us they commenced fortifying the town and strengthening the alamo until it became almost impossible to overcome them, our number increased gradually to the amount of 800 but on account of so many office seekers there was nothing but confusion, contention arid discord throughout the encampment, which was within a half a mile of the place, for we came up to endeavor to starve them out. and on the 4th day of December a retreat was ordered to the satisfaction of many. but to the grief of a few brave souls who was among the first that volunteered and who preferred Death in the cause rather than such a disgraceful retreat. We rallied around a brave soul (Colo Milan) and requested him to be our leader, he consented and 150 of us declared to take the place or die in the attempt, while a large number of them endeavored to discourage us and said we would all be butchered, but a few more seen we were resolute and joined untill our number was 220, and on the next morning about day break we marched in the town under the heavy fires of their cannon & musketry, but we succeeded in getting possession of some stone houses (which is outside of the square) that sheltered us a little from their fires until we could make Breastworks for ourselves we labored hard day and night for 5 days still gaining possession when on the morning of the 5th day they sent in a flag of truce to the extreme joy of us all, Thus a handful of militia of 220 in number stormed a strongly fortified place which was supported with two thousand citizens & soldiers (of the enemy)

Here I must remark, on the third day of the siege our leader fell in the battle, another userped the command who never was in favor of storming and had ordered the retreat but he was in time to make a disgraceful treaty, some strongly suspect bribery was the cause but whether or ignorance I cannot decide. The enemy on the third day of the siege raised a black flag (which says no quarters) and when we had whiped them by washing the flag with the blood of about 300 of them we should have made a Treaty and not a childs bargain however it is done now and its too late to alter until we have another fight which we expect shortly.

Now a little about myself. I volunteered as a private and as a private in camp was always ready and willing to discharge the duty of a soldier when called on. I was out on a number of scouts and would frequently creep up to the Mexican sentinals at a late hour when they thought alls well and shoot one or two of them of a night — and Oh ! my dear sister and brothers how often have I thought of you when I have been walking the lonely wood or barren fields as a sentinel exposed to all the inclemencies of the weather and suffering many privations which you can not have the least idea of. but all was sweet when I reflected on our forefathers in the strugle of liberty. about the 28th of October I was appointed 2d Lieut. of artillery and during the siege I was promoted to first on account of the first Lieut. being cashiered for cowardice he always use the word go and I the word come on my brave boys. I thought & still think that nothing but fate save me we only had four killed and thirteen wounded three of the wounded & two of the killed received the shots along side of me when discharging their duty at a cannon that was ordered by a fool in the open street immediately before the enemies breastworks within 120 yards of their heavy fires, but he was my Superior and I did obey and when the men was killed & wounded I loaded and fired the gun assisted by two more instead of ten and escaped only slightly wounded, a ball passed through my hat and cut the flesh to the scull bone and my clothes received many shots until by a lucky shot made by me into the port-hole of the Enemy I dismounted their cannon which caused them to cease firing untill we got our away-but this is useless to state such trivial sercumstances, the wound never prevented me from working the guns.

after we took the place and the child’s bargain made, it was thought requisite for some to remain to protect it, volunteers was called for to inlist for four months and did those that came at the eleventh hour and remained in the camps expecting us all to be killed and they men of property in this country and have their all in Texas did they come forward to protect the place. No. They pilfered us of our blankets and clothes and horses and went home telling how they whipt the Spaniards reaping the laurels of a few.

The Alamo, 1854

Those that fired the first guns at Gonzales and who declared on victory or death. Those who came in when death stared them in the face, and labored hard day and night half starved and almost famished for water, it was them that volunteered to maintain the post untill Texas government could make some provision to keep the Standing army here, and these men have now become almost naked, destitute of funds having expended all for food and munitions of war and not much to eat only some corn that we grind ourselves & poor beef this constitutes our dayly food, but we hourly expect supplies news has arrived that there is plenty of provisions & money and clothes on the way. I hope it’s true.

I have strayed a little from the subject. when volunteers were called for they were to form into companies and elect their of officers-fifty six brave souls joined into a company of artillery and chose me for their Captain. I accepted the command and my dear sister is it possible that the once ignorant weak and fickle minded W. R. Carey should now be at the head of so many brave men as their leader-It is a fact and with his parental name. have I deserved this post of honor, its not for me to say, but the brave proclaimed it,
The forces here is commanded by Lieut. Colo J. C. Neill who has his quarters in the Town which is called the left wing of the forces and your brother William has the command of the alamo which is called the right wing I am subject to the orders of Colo Neill but he thinks a great deal of my judgment and consults me about a number of the proceedings before he issues an order. Brothers & sister do not think that I am vain my friends here says I dont possess enough of vanity for my own good, except when we go to fight the Enemy and then I think a small number of us can whip an army of Mexicans-I know one thing, I am deceived in myself.

La Cocina, Theodore Gentilz
When I was in Natchitoches I wrote to you and stated I believe that soon I should look out for a companion. It would have happened this winter if the war had not commenced but fortunately it did. My selection was nothing to boast of she is tolerably ugly and tolerably poor and tolerably illiterate. but she is virtuous and a good housekeeper, but there is no prospect now, as I was conversing with a Mexican lady the other day she remarked that in time of peace the ladies would gladly embrace the offer or accept the hand of an officer, but in these war times they would too soon become a widow. She may be right but I dont think it, however I have too much else to think about now. as I have not been a graduate at West point, I must study military affairs now for I am rejoiced at the opportunity to do something for myself.
The men in this place have sometimes been discouraged on account of the distressed situation we are in; for want of clothes and food. The Colo and myself has twice called a general parade and addressed them in such a manner that they would get satisfied for a while, but we are now discouraged ourselves, and unless the provisional government of Texas do speedily send us assistance we will abandon the place, we have sent and made known our situation to them, and as the safety of Texas depends mostly upon the keeping of this place certainly will as soon as possible do some thing for us especially when we expect to declare independence as soon as the convention meets.
Those of its here has already declared it with a recommendation to the convention of Declaring it but this place is so far in the interior that it takes some time for news to go and supplies to come. The Savage Camancha Indians is near at hand we expect soon to have a fight with them. Since I commenced writing this letter I have received an order to prepare and I have run over it quicker than I would have done as a friend of mine Wm. Guile is going to the States and I thought it a good opportunity as he will put it in the Philadelphia post office and you I think will get it.
I cannot close without saying something about my invincibles, as I call them, about twenty of my company (although the whole has been tried and I know them all) that will (to use their words) wade through h-ll, when I am at their head if I should give the order — O sister could you but see me at the head of those brave men marching forward (undismayed) to perform their duty. To relate circumstances of their bravery it would fill it large book. When the enemy ten to one has marched up as if they in one minute would send us all to eternity to see the invincibles rush forward charge upon them and put them to flight except those we would either kill or take prisoners. We have had many such scirmishes since we left home. a circumstance occurred the other day which I must relate, a man for disobedience of orders and bad conduct was ordered to arrested (he was not under my command) The officer who received this order took a file of men and attempted to arrest him — he resisted and swore with pistols in his hands that he would shoot down the first man that attempted his arrest, the officer retreated without him the Colo immediately sent an order to me informing me of the circumstance and requesting me to take a file of my invinicibles and bring the culprit to trial. I ordered three of the brave to prepare immediately I buckled on my sword and went to him he was with two more who also swore he should not be taken, I approached him with my men he told me if I came one step further he would certainly shoot me down the other two swore the same and with great confidence too as he had put the other off but he soon found himself mistaken my men wanted to rush immediately upon them I ordered them to halt and I walked up to him and with a mild tone told him to disarm himself or I would cut him assunder he sheepishly laid down his pistols and gave himself up, the other two swore still that we should not take him. I insignificantly look up and told them if they attempted to move or put their finger on the trigger of their arms that they should fall on the spot they stood. I then walked up to them and took their arms likewise, my men stopt where I ordered them, watching minutely their movements ready at the twinkling of an eye to do what I should say, I told them to take those gentlemen to the guardhouse, which was done & there they remained until trial, the court marshall passed a sentence or would have passed a sentence of death upon the first. I found it out and went into my room and wrote two notes one to the court and the other to the Colo. and the sentence was remitted and he was drummed out of the army they all said that nothing but the invincibles with Capt Carey could have taken them as he expected to die any way if he was tried. When any thing of a dangerous character is to be done its by order Capt Carey will take a file from comp. of his men and go immediately and — — — — — -. its always done. This should not come from me but as I am writing to Brothers and sister I think you ought to know something about these matters

The Fall of the Alamo, Robert Jenkins Onderdonk

I must close by saying that if I live, as soon as the war is over I will endeavor to see you all. Write to brother John or send this letter to him the reason why Brother I dont write to you is I dont know whether you are in Baltimore or not and brother William & sister I am nearly certain is in the same place yet — Write to me if you please and give as much satisfaction as you can — You will direct to Wm. R. Carey, Washington. Austin’s Colony. Texas and I think I will get it, you will have to pay the postage as they will not be taken out of the office in New Orleans unless they are postpaid.
Your affectionate Brother
Wm. R. Carey
Mailed at Natchitoches, Feb. 7, 1836

Be of good cheer Martha. I will provide you a sweet home...


Micajah Autry, Fondren Library, Rice University
The last letter, dated January 12, 1836 is from Alamo defender, Micajah Autry. I love investigating the private stories of the lesser known defenders. They don't usually get much of a spotlight and sometimes people get the impression that Crockett, Bowie and Travis were the only ones trapped in the fort and held off the Mexican army all by their lonesome.
Micajah Autry popped into this world in North Carolina about 1793. He served in the War of 1812 then lead a life of various pursuits: farmer, teacher, lawyer, merchant, etc. He was unsuccessful at most of them. This is a familiar blueprint for most early immigrants to Texas. While on business trips up east to New York and Philadelphia he heard the siren call of Texas - that hunger to wipe the slate clean and begin anew. He headed out from Tennessee and eventually arrived in Nacogdoches in early January of 1836.
He signed up for the volunteer army here along with a certain ex-congressman from Tennessee and they both rode with a company of boys captained by a 20 something William B. Harrison. They headed for Washington-on-the-Brazos first but made their way to Bexar soon enough. The company arrived at their final destination in early February. Autry would join his riding companion David Crockett and other new found friends in dying at the Alamo about a month later. Autry had quite an artistic mind, which might explain his lack of success in business and law. He was an amateur poet, writer, artist, and musician. I imagine him scrawling out rough poetry during the siege, chronicling his impressions in verse, an Iliad of sorts. Verses that burn in the funeral pyre alongside his body and his dreams. He sent several letters back home to his wife Martha before the siege. His education and artistic sense comes through in them, setting them apart from most letters I've read from that time period. His last one I enjoy reading the most. It's very touching with an inspired turn of phrase here and there. When you read him describing himself as going "whole hog in the cause of Texas" and that Texas is worth "risking many lives for" it makes you wish there were more people today who were very willing to lay down their lives for the welfare of Texas. These men were going into a revolution knowing full well they may never return, willing to leave all they loved and die to set up a Republic. The postscript of this letter is especially poignant as he remembers treasured moments with his beloved wife. I wonder how he would feel if he saw Texas today? Would he be proud? Or would he think the blood of he and his companions wasted?
Here's a portion of the letter - 
Nacogdoches, Texas: I have reached this point after many hardships and privations but thank God in most excellent health. The very fatigue that I have suffered has in a degree stifled reflection and has been an advantage to me. I walked from Natchitoches where I wrote you last to this place 115 miles through torrents of rain, mud and water. I remained a few days in St. Augustine when Captain Kimble from Clarksville, Ten, a lawyer of whom you may recollect to have hear me speak arrived with a small company of select men, 4 of them lawyers. I joined them and find them perfect gentlemen...I have become one of the most thorough going men you have heard of. I go whole hog in the cause of Texas. I expect to help them gain their Independence and also to form their civil government, for it is worth risking many lives for. From what I have seen and learned from others there is not so fair a portion of the earth's surface warmed by the sun.
Be of good cheer Martha. I will provide you a sweet home. 
P.S. We stand guard of nights and night before last was mine to stand two hours during which the moon rose in all her mildness but splendor and majesty. With what pleasure did I contemplate that lovely orb chiefly because I recollected how often I had taken pleasure in standing in the door and contemplating her together. Indeed I imagined that you might be looking at her at the same time. 
Farewell Dear Martha.

The Crockett Almanack

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