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69 wallet on the ground, & offering us a bottle of whiskey & in an imploring tone commenced [in french language:] "O Mes cheros Comanches - No No - Messeurs les Mexicans je vous pris d'avoir pi tu de moi - Je suis un pansre pancan, je mes enn churches fortune en Amerique, mais je n'ame pas la Nouvelle Oleans laisse moi partir pour Mexique pour la Amour de bien - voulez vous cher messures prender du Eau de Vie"

  On our telling him we were neither Comanches or Mexicans, but Texans & mustering up all our french tried to quiet the fellows apprehensions. He did not appear to be on his night Sentry, when Major Hays cocluded to take him back to San Antonio as certain of possible something about him, & moreover if he was bent on going to Mexico with his wallet containing, pins, needles, pomatun?, thread & such like things to get some of the traders to allow him to accompany them. He had travelled by land from New-Orleans had been treated kindly by the setelers on his route & was now about traversing along, unarmed & with only some half dozen small loaves of bread, the uninhabited country from San Antonio to the Rio Grande, but we could not