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so stand exposed to the weather, even these primitive mills are like
angels visits. Weather excessively hot for several days past. In-
deed this has been an extra-ordinary season in Texas. It has been
the wettest, and warmest within the memory of the oldest in-
habitant, and this month, Sept., the warmest of the season.
16th. Road today over high rolling prarie. Land rich black
loam, covered with a heavy sward of musquit grass. As pasture,
I believe they will surpass our finest clover and timothy meadows.
Scarce any timber today, a few scattering musquit trees, many
quite dead, others dieing. The gray and bleaching trunks and
boughs present a melancholly appearance. This singular tree,
which in appearance resembles somewhat our black locust, when
it grows isolated in fields and consequently, low and scrubby, is
found on all the high rich prairies of this country. It out lasts
cedar, the trunk and limbs are split into stakes and driven into the
ground, the smaller bough are worked in between, making a
wicker work that will last for several years. The timber is of
slow growth, and easily killed - great quantities are destroyed by
the burning of the prairies. Water scarce today. 16 miles with-
out any. Some extensive views, From one high swell about 10
miles N. East of the Brazzos, taking the horizon as the boundary
of the area, I saw not less, I think, than 900 square miles at one
view. Reached Bucksnort ? near the Brazzos, a town of some dis-
tinction, (that is to be) got into a cabbin with dirt floor. Buffalow
steak pretty good and other fixens to match. The land-lord has a
grown son, blind from his birth, also a daughter blind of one eye.
The son played Home, Lang Syne, absence and several old familiar
tunes most delightfully on the flute. The music, awak[e]ned in
me, memories of the past and anticipations of the future which
with me ever gives rise to a train of pleasing half melancholly
revery, which I always love to indulge. I retired to bed, on a bale
of cotton in one corner of the yard not to sleep! And why
shouldn't I? I had a lullaby performed in three parts - by the
cow-bells, three squalling children, about twenty barking, growl-
ing, snapping, fighting curs. To this discordant chorus, a gang
of wolves and a host of large hoarse owls, howled and hooted in
response in the distance. Add to this, a screach owl, hardby threw
its dismal grave-yard note into every pause and interval by way
of symphony.
17th. Crossed the Brazzos early this morning at the falls. A
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