Flowers and fruits from the wilderness: or, Thirty-six years in Texas and two winters in Honduras,/ by Z.N. Morrell, an old Texan.

THE DECISION..
of bear bacon, turnip greens, and fresh bu alo beef. You
may be sure that, tired and hungry as we were, we did
ample justice to the feast around such a board.
The two deacons of our company, who had served with
Sam. Houston in the Creek war, and had fought by his
side at the time he received the wound that helped to smake
him governor of Tennessee, both felt the importance of a
guard for our horses, and it was detailed.
The fact being ascertained that a preacher was to be
entertained for the night, God was thanked by our pious
host, and upon invitation we surrounded our first family
altar in Texas. The guard was changed, and we retired
towards midnight to rest. It was rather a novel idea to
some of us, that men could sleep under such circumstances.
Daylight came; horses were all safe, and after a much
relished breakfast, and horses prepared for the journey, our
bill was called for, and a genuine Texas bill was presented: "Call and see me on your return." Some of the
crowd took care to pay the lad for the corn, and paid him
well. A sharp lookout was kept all day for Indians.
Game was seen in every direction, in great numbers. We
saw land during the day that had been cultivated, without
fence, and we supposed, from appearances, that it had grown
fifty bushels to the acre. Some of the corn was not then
gathered. At night we were at the " Falls of the Brazos,"
the long-sought resting-place for a season.
Here we found but one family. There was, close by, the
camp of about forty Tennesseeans. They were all out on
Little River, hunting lands. Upon inquiry, we found that
David Crockett had not arrived, and consequently the bearhunt with him was a disappointment. After a little rest,
we began a thorough examination of the country for our
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