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J Yes once we were happy, I thought San Antonio a paradise a fine climate, every thing in abundance My poor husband doing well, my children joyous - Now we are beggars" then casting her eyes up at two fine portraits of her self & husband, she burst into tears. 'Look at our good furniture all to pieces, & poor [crossed out: Elizas] Elinor's Piano ruined' I tried to console her as well as I could, but ever and anon she would come & add to my fever by her [crossed out: unhappy] the sight of her unhappiness. My fever & debility appeared to increase, but after some four days I tried but to procure a cart & driver to carry me onwards; this I did not succeed in & left on horseback this poor family to proceed on my journey. This was the only distressed family I have met with in Texas. ________________________________________________ I had only strength to ride about six miles. stopping at a settlement, the

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