Disaster in Rio Grande Valley 83 



Col. Webb off, with his proportion of money and 

 provisions, 



Mier is like every other Mexican town I have 

 seen, it is composed of one square only, and all the 

 rest suburbs, the houses built of adobe. To the 

 southwest, hills, parched and arid, give an unpleas- 

 ing foreground of the superb view of the mountains 

 of Cerralvo, all the blue of Italy was again before 

 me, with the exception of the blues of the Mediter- 

 ranean Sea. 



Two more of our company returned to us here, 

 one of whom, Ulysses Doubleday, was so weak and 

 reduced that I left him in charge of his friends 

 Bachman and Elmslie, and gave him what money 

 he needed to carry him home. I certainly thought 

 him a dying man, but it was otherwise ordained, 

 and he reached his friends safely and well. Bach- 

 man and Elmslie were true to me throughout all. 



