or more miles in extent, covered with long, fine grass, rolling
in waves before each puff of the sea-breeze, with neither tree, nor
house, nor hill, to vary the monotony of the surface. Ten or twelve
miles towards the north and north-west, we distinguished some dark
masses, which we afterwards discovered to be groups of trees; but to
our eyes they looked exactly like islands in a green sea, and we
subsequently learned that they were called islands by the people of the
country. It would have been difficult to have given them a more
appropriate name, or one better describing their appearance.
Proceeding along the shore, we came to a blockhouse situated behind a
small tongue of land projecting into the river, and decorated with the
flag of the Mexican republic, waving in all its glory from the roof. At
that period, this was the only building of which Galveston harbour
could boast. It served as custom-house and as barracks for the garrison,
also as the residence of the director of customs, and of the civil and
military intendant, as headquarters of the officer commanding, and,
moreover, as hotel and wine and spirit store. Alongside the board, on
which was depicted a sort of hieroglyphic, intended for the Mexican
eagle, hung a bottle doing duty as a sign, and the republican banner
threw its protecting shadow over an announcement of--"Brandy,
Whisky, and Accommodation for Man and Beast."
As we approached the house, we saw the whole garrison assembled
before the door. It consisted of a dozen dwarfish, spindle-shanked
Mexican soldiers, none of them so big or half so strong as American
boys of fifteen, and whom I would have backed a single Kentucky
woodsman, armed with a riding-whip, to have driven to the four winds
of heaven. These heroes all sported tremendous beards, whiskers, and
mustaches, and had a habit of knitting their brows, in the endeavour, as
we supposed, to look fierce and formidable. They were crowding round
a table of rough planks, and playing a game of cards, in which they
were so deeply engrossed that they took no notice of our approach.
Their officer, however, came out of the house to meet us.
Captain Cotton, formerly editor of the Mexican Gazette, now civil and
military commandant at Galveston, customs-director, harbour-master,
and tavern-keeper, and a Yankee to boot, seemed to trouble himself
very little about his various dignities and titles. He produced some
capital French and Spanish wine, which, it is to be presumed, he got
duty free, and welcomed us to Texas. We were presently joined by
some of our fellow-passengers, who seemed as bewildered as we had
been at the billiard-table appearance of the country. Indeed the place
looked so desolate and uninviting, that there was little inducement to
remain on terra firma, and it was with a feeling of relief that we once
more found ourselves on board the schooner.
We took three days to sail up the river Brazos to the town of Brazoria, a
distance of thirty miles. On the first day nothing but meadow land was
visible on either side of us; but, on the second, the monotonous
grass-covered surface was varied by islands of trees, and, about twenty
miles from the mouth of the river, we passed through a forest of
sycamores, and saw several herds of deer and flocks of wild turkeys. At
length we reached Brazoria, which at the time I speak of, namely, in the
year 1832, was an important city--for Texas, that is to say--consisting
of upwards of thirty houses, three of which were of brick, three of
planks, and the remainder of logs. All the inhabitants were Americans,
and the streets arranged in American fashion, in straight lines and at
right angles. The only objection to the place was, that in the wet season
it was all under water; but the Brazorians overlooked this little
inconvenience, in consideration of the inexhaustible fruitfulness of the
soil. It was the beginning of March when we arrived, and yet there was
already an abundance of new potatoes, beans, peas, and artichokes, all
of the finest sorts and most delicious flavour.
At Brazoria, my friend and myself had the satisfaction of learning that
our land-certificates, for which we had each paid a thousand dollars,
were worth exactly nothing--just so much waste paper, in short--unless
we chose to conform to a condition to which our worthy friends, the
Galveston Bay and Texas Land Company, had never made the smallest
allusion.
It appeared that in the year 1824, the Mexican Congress had passed an
act for the encouragement of emigration from the United States to
Texas. In consequence of this act, an agreement was entered into with
contractors, or empresarios, as they call them in Mexico, who had
bound themselves to bring a
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