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The False Reports And Unfounded aspersions Of The Texans, As To The
Result Of Many Of Their Engagements. I Can Boldly Assert (Although
Opposed to Them) That There Is Not A Braver Individual In the World Than
The Mexican; In my Opinion, Far Superior To The Texan, Although Probably
Not Equal To Him In the Knowledge And Use Of Firearms.
One Great Cause Of The Mexican Army Having Occasionally Met With Defeat
Is That The Mexicans, Who Are Of The Oldest And Best Castile Blood,
Retain The Pride Of The Spanish Race To An Absurd Degree. The Sons Of
The Old Nobility Are Appointed as Officers; They Learn Nothing, Know
Nothing Of Military Tactics--They Know How To Die Bravely, And That
Is All.
The Battle Of St. Jacinta, Which Decided the Separation Of Texas, Has
Been Greatly Cried up By The Texans; The Fact Is, It Was No Battle At
All. The Mexicans Were Commanded by Santa Anna, Who Has Great Military
Talent, And The Mexicans Reposed full Confidence In him. Santa Anna
Feeling Very Unwell, Went To A Farm-House, At A Small Distance, To
Recover Himself, And Was Captured by Half-A-Dozen Texan Robbers, Who
Took Him On To The Texan Army.
The Loss Of The General With The Knowledge That There Was No One Fit To
Supply His Place, Dispirited the Mexicans, And They Retreated; But Since
That Time They Have Proved to The Texans How Insecure They Are, Even At
This Moment England And Other European Governments Have Thought Proper,
Very Hastily, To Recognize Texas, But Mexico Has Not, And Will Not.
The Expedition To Santa Fe, By Which The Texans Broke The Peace,
Occurred in the Autumn Of 1841; The Mexican Army Entered texas In the
Spring Of 1842, Sweeping Everything Before Them, From San Antonio De
Bejar To The Colorado; But The Texans Had Sent Emissaries To Yucatan, To
Induce That Province To Declare Its Independence. The War In yucatan
Obliged the Mexican Army To March Back In that Direction To Quell The
Insurrection, Which It Did, And Then Returned to Texas, And Again Took
Possession Of San Antonio De Bejar In september Of The Same Year, Taking
Many Prisoners Of Consequence Away With Them.
It Was The Intention Of The Mexicans To Have Returned to Texas In the
Spring Of The Year, But Fresh Disturbances In yucatan Prevented santa
Anna From Executing His Projects. Texas Is, Therefore, By No Means
Secure, Its Population Is Decreasing, And Those Who Had Respectability
Attached to Their Character Have Left It. I Hardly Need observe That The
Texan National Debt, Now Amounting To Thirteen Millions Of Dollars, May,
For Many Reasons, Turn Out To Be Not A Very Profitable Investment[21].
[Footnote 21: Perhaps The English Reader Will Find It Extraordinary That
Santa Anna, Once Freed from His Captivity, Should Not Have Re-Entered
Texas With An Overwhelming Force. The Reason Is Very Simple: Bustamente
Was A Rival Of Santa Anna For The Presidency; The General'S Absence
Allowed him To Intrigue, And When The News Reached the Capital That
Santa Anna Had Fallen A Prisoner, It Became Necessary To Elect A New
President. Bustamente Had Never Been Very Popular, But Having Promised
To The American Population Of The Seaports That Nothing Should Be
Attempted against Texas If He Were Elected, These, Through Mercantile
Interest, Supported him, Not Only With Their Influence But Also With
Their Money.
When, At Last, Santa Anna Returned to Mexico, His Power Was Lost, And
His Designs Upon Texas Were Discarded by His Successor. Bustamente Was A
Man Entirely Devoid Of Energy, And He Looked with Apathy Upon The
Numerous Aggressions Made By The Texans Upon The Borders Of Mexico. As
Soon, However, As The Mexicans Heard That The Texans, In spite Of The
Law Of Nations, Had Sent An Expedition To Santa Fe, At The Very Time
That They Were Making Overtures For Peace And Recognition Of Their
Independence, They Called upon Bustamente To Account For His Culpable
Want Of Energy. Believing Himself Secure Against Any Revolution, The
President Answered with Harsh Measures, And The Soldiery, Now
Exasperated, Put Santa Anna At Their Head, Forcing Him To Re-Assume The
Presidency. Bustamente Ran Away To Paris, The Santa Fe Expedition Was
Soon Defeated, And, As We Have Seen, The President, Santa Anna, Began
His Dictatorship With The Invasion Of Texas (March, 1842).] But To
Return To The Santa Fe Expedition. The Texans Were Deprived of Their
Arms And Conducted to A Small Village, Called anton Chico, Till Orders
Should Have Been Received as To Their Future Disposition, From General
Armigo, Governor Of The Province.
It Is Not To Be Supposed that In a Small Village Of About One Hundred
Government Shepherds, Several Hundred famished men Could Be Supplied
With All The Necessaries And Superfluities Of Life. The Texans Accuse
The Mexicans Of Having Starved them In anton Chico, Forgetting That
Every Texan Had The Same Ration Of Provisions As The Mexican Soldier.
Of Course The Texans Now Attempted to Fall Back Upon The Original
Falsehood, That They Were A Trading Expedition, And Had Been Destroyed
And Plundered by The Indians; But, Unfortunately, The Assault Upon The
Sheep And The Cowardly Massacre Of The Shepherds Were Not To Be Got
Over. As Governor Armigo Very Justly Observed to Them, If They Were
Traders, They Had Committed murder; If They Were Not Traders, They Were
Prisoners Of War.
After A Painful Journey Of Four Months, The Prisoners Arrived in the Old
Capital Of Mexico, Where The Few Strangers Who Had Been Induced to Join
The Expedition, In ignorance Of Its Destination, Were Immediately
Restored to Liberty; The Rest Were Sent, Some To The Mines, To Dig For
The Metal They Were So Anxious To Obtain, And Some Were Passed over To
The Police Of The City, To Be Employed in the Cleaning Of The Streets.
Many American Newspapers Have Filled their Columns With All Manner Of
Histories Relative To This Expedition; Catalogues Of The Cruelties
Practised by The Mexicans Have Been Given, And The Sympathizing american
Public Have Been Called upon To Relieve The Unfortunate Men Who Had
Escaped. I Will Only Give One Instance Of Misrepresentation In the New
Orleans _Picayune_, And Put In juxta-Position The Real Truth. It Will
Be Quite Sufficient. Mr. Kendal Says:--
"As The Sun Was About Setting, Those Of Us Who Were In front Were
Startled by The Report Of Two Guns, Following Each Other In quick
Succession. We Turned to Ascertain The Cause, And Soon Found That A
Poor, Unfortunate Man, Named golpin, A Merchant, And Who Had Started
Upon The Expedition With A Small Amount Of Goods, Had Been Shot By The
Rear-Guard, For No Other Reason Than That He Was Too Sick And Weak To
Keep Up. He Had Made A Bargain With One Of The Guard To Ride His Mule A
Short Distance, For Which He Was To Pay Him His Only Shirt! While In the
Act Of Taking It Off, Salazar (The Commanding Officer) Ordered a Soldier
To Shoot Him. The First Ball Only Wounded the Wretched man, But The
Second Killed him Instantly, And He Fell With His Shirt Still About His
Face. Golpin Was A Citizen Of The United states, And Reached texas A
Short Time Before The Expedition. He Was A Harmless, Inoffensive Man, Of
Most Delicate Constitution, And, During a Greater Part Of The Time We
Were Upon The Road, Was Obliged to Ride In one Of The Waggons."
This Story Is, Of Course, Very Pathetic; But Here We Have A Few Lines
Taken From The _Bee_, A New Orleans Newspaper:--
"_January_, 1840. Horrible Murder!--Yesterday, At The Plantation Of
William Reynolds, Was Committed one Of Those Acts Which Revolt Human
Nature. Henry Golpin, The Overseer, A Creole, And Strongly Suspected of
Being a Quadroone, Had For Some Time Acted improperly Towards Mrs.
Reynolds And Daughters. A Few Days Ago, A Letter From W.R. Was Received
From St. Louis, Stating That He Would Return Home At The Latter End Of
The Week; And Golpin, Fearing That The Ladies Would Complain Of His
Conduct And Have Him Turned out, Poisoned them With The Juice Of Some
Berries Poured into Their Coffee. Death Was Almost Instantaneous. A
Pretty Mulatto Girl Of Sixteen, An Attendant And _Protegee_ Of The Young
Ladies, Entering The Room Where The Corpses Were Already Stiff, Found
The Miscreant Busy In taking Off Their Jewels And Breaking Up Some
Recesses, Where He Knew That There Were A Few Thousand Dollars, In
Specie And Paper, The Produce Of A Recent Sale Of Negroes. At First, He
Tried to Coax The Girl, Offering To Run Away And Marry Her, But She
Repulsed him With Indignation, And, Forcing Herself Off His Hold, She
Ran Away To Call For Help. Snatching Suddenly A Rifle, He Opened a
Window, And As The Honest Girl Ran Across The Square Towards The
Negroes' Huts, She Fell Quite Dead, With A Ball Passing across Her
Temples. The Governor And Police Of The First And Second Municipalities
Offer One Thousand Dollars Reward For The Apprehension Of The Miserable
Assassin, Who, Of Course, Has Absconded."
This Is The "_Harmless And Inoffensive Man Of Delicate Constitution, A
Citizen Of The United states,_" Which Mr. Kendal Would Give Us As A
Martyr Of Mexican Barbarism. During The Trip Across The Prairie, Every
Man, Except Two Or Three, Had Shunned him, So Well Did Every One Know
His Character: And Now I Will Describe The Events Which Caused him To Be
Shot In the Way Above Related.
Two Journeys After They Had Left Santa Fe They Passed the Night In a
Little Village, Four Men Being Billeted in every House Under The Charge
Of One Soldier. Golpin And Another Of His Stamp Were, However, Left
Without Any Guard In the House Of A Small Retailer Of Aguardiente, Who,
Being Now Absent, Had Left His Old Wife Alone In the House. She Was A
Good Hospitable Soul, And Thought It A Christian Duty To Administer To
The Poor Prisoners All The Relief She Could Afford. She Gave Them Some
Of Her Husband'S Linen, Bathed their Feet With Warm Water Mixed with
Whisky, And Served up To Them A Plentiful Supper.
Before They Retired to Rest, She Made Them Punch, And Gave Them A Small
Bottle Of Liquor, Which They Could Conceal About Them And Use On The
Road. The Next Morning The Sounds Of The Drums Called the Prisoners In
The Square To Get Ready For Their Departure. Golpin Went To The Old
Woman'S Room, Insisting That She Should Give Them More Of The Liquor.
Now The Poor Thing Had Already Done Much. Liquor In these Far Inland
Countries, Where There Are No Distilleries, Reaches The Enormous Price
Of From Sixteen To Twenty Dollars A Gallon. So She Mildly But Firmly
Refused, Upon Which Golpin Seized from The Nail, Where It Was Hung, A
Very Heavy Key, Which He Knew To Be That Of The Little Cellar
Underground, Where The Woman Kept The Liquor. She Tried to Regain
Possession Of It, But During The Struggle Golpin Beat Her Brains Out
With A Bar Of Iron That Was In the Room. This Deed perpetrated, He
Opened the Trap-Door To The Cellar, And Among The Folds Of His Blanket
And That Of His Companion Concealed as Many Flasks As They Could Carry.
They Then Shut The Street-Door And Joined their Companions.
Two Hours Afterwards, The Husband Returned, And Knocked in vain; At
Last, He Broke Open The Door, And Beheld His Help-Mate Barbarously
Mangled. A Neighbour Soon Told Him About The Two Texan Guests, And The
Wretched man Having Made His Depositions To An Alcade, Or Constable,
They Both Started upon Fresh Horses, And At Noon Overtook The Prisoners.
The Commanding Officers Soon Ascertained who Were The Two Men That Had
Been Billeted at The Old Woman'S, And Found Them Surrounded by A Group
Of Texans, Making Themselves Merry With The Stolen Liqnor. Seeing That
They Were Discovered, To Save His Life, Golpin'S Companion Immediately
Peached, And Related the Whole Of The Transaction. Of Course The
Assassin Was Executed.
Chapter XXVIAt That Time, The Pawnee Picts, Themselves An Offset Of The Shoshones
And Comanches, And Speaking The Same Language--Tribe Residing Upon The
Northern
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