We prepared for our journey to the Sabine River that being the boundary. The slaves drove our cattle into the bottoms (bottomlands) hoping the Mexicans would not find them. They moved the wash pot and ashes beneath it then dug a hole to bury our food and then replaced the ashes and the pot. Papa, Grandpa, and my uncles told the slaves they could go with us or stay behind it would be dangerous either way. Papa thought they would be safe at home if they did not kick up a fuss when the Mexicans came. They all went except grandpa's old Sam who was too crippled with rheumatism. We would have taken care of him if he had wanted to go but he didn't. My heart nearly broke when we saw Papa ride off to the Army. I can only think of Mr. Travis and Mr. Bonham. There were so many Mexican soldiers and so few Texans to stop their march towards us.
Memoirs of Clarinda Pevehouse Kegans, pages 2 and 3.
(William Barret Travis and James Bonham had stayed at Hodges Bend many times during their travels back and forth).
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