Personal Memoirs of General U. S. Grant — Complete eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 1,000 pages of information about Personal Memoirs of General U. S. Grant — Complete.

Personal Memoirs of General U. S. Grant — Complete eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 1,000 pages of information about Personal Memoirs of General U. S. Grant — Complete.

I had never been a sportsman in my life; had scarcely ever gone in search of game, and rarely seen any when looking for it.  On this trip there was no minute of time while travelling between San Patricio and the settlements on the San Antonio River, from San Antonio to Austin, and again from the Colorado River back to San Patricio, when deer or antelope could not be seen in great numbers.  Each officer carried a shot-gun, and every evening, after going into camp, some would go out and soon return with venison and wild turkeys enough for the entire camp.  I, however, never went out, and had no occasion to fire my gun; except, being detained over a day at Goliad, Benjamin and I concluded to go down to the creek—­which was fringed with timber, much of it the pecan—­and bring back a few turkeys.  We had scarcely reached the edge of the timber when I heard the flutter of wings overhead, and in an instant I saw two or three turkeys flying away.  These were soon followed by more, then more, and more, until a flock of twenty or thirty had left from just over my head.  All this time I stood watching the turkeys to see where they flew—­with my gun on my shoulder, and never once thought of levelling it at the birds.  When I had time to reflect upon the matter, I came to the conclusion that as a sportsman I was a failure, and went back to the house.  Benjamin remained out, and got as many turkeys as he wanted to carry back.

After the second night at Goliad, Benjamin and I started to make the remainder of the journey alone.  We reached Corpus Christi just in time to avoid “absence without leave.”  We met no one not even an Indian —­during the remainder of our journey, except at San Patricio.  A new settlement had been started there in our absence of three weeks, induced possibly by the fact that there were houses already built, while the proximity of troops gave protection against the Indians.  On the evening of the first day out from Goliad we heard the most unearthly howling of wolves, directly in our front.  The prairie grass was tall and we could not see the beasts, but the sound indicated that they were near.  To my ear it appeared that there must have been enough of them to devour our party, horses and all, at a single meal.  The part of Ohio that I hailed from was not thickly settled, but wolves had been driven out long before I left.  Benjamin was from Indiana, still less populated, where the wolf yet roamed over the prairies.  He understood the nature of the animal and the capacity of a few to make believe there was an unlimited number of them.  He kept on towards the noise, unmoved.  I followed in his trail, lacking moral courage to turn back and join our sick companion.  I have no doubt that if Benjamin had proposed returning to Goliad, I would not only have “seconded the motion” but have suggested that it was very hard-hearted in us to leave Augur sick there in the first place; but Benjamin did not propose turning back.  When he did speak it was

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