74 Audubon's Western Journal 



I was so weak I was but just able to continue to 

 ride, and so depressed in spirits that I was almost 

 in despair. We reached our camp on the Alamo 

 River, a little creek three miles from Mier, and I 

 was surprised to see a carriage as we rode up. In 

 a minute I saw Col. Webb sitting in it with one 

 foot on the back seat and Dr. Trask bathing it. He 

 had had a touch of diarrhoea and had hired a 



carriage to ride down from S where he had 



received my letter advising him of our loss, and 

 jumping out of the conveyance hastily, had 

 sprained his ancle and was in great pain. I found 

 all in disorder, and the men came flocking round 

 me, and, as I told them our experiences since I had 

 written, they, in return told me of their own 

 adventures. 



Tonight, March 21st, Col. Webb was taken very 

 ill with bilious cholera, and we thought he would 

 have died; we worked over him until morning 

 when he was better. 



March 22. Cholera broke out again this morn- 

 ing, and I was a sufferer, but not to die of it, and 

 was lying twelve hours after my attack resting, 

 when I was called to see young Combs who had 

 just been taken ill. The night before Mr. Upshur 

 had sent for me, and a small force, to aid in a guard 

 he wanted over a man he thought had a portion of 

 our money, and, as was my custom, I called for 



