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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 cheres Comanches - No No - Messeurs les Mexicans je vous pris d'avoir petuie de moi - Je suis un pauvre francais, je mes enn cherches fortune en Amerique, mais je n'aime pas la Nouvelle Orleans laisse moi partir pour la Mexique pour la Amour de Dieu - voulez vous mes cher messures prendre 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 in his night Senses, when Major Hays concluded to take him back to San Antonio ascertain if possible something about him, & moreover if he was bent on going to Mexico with his wallet containing, pins, needles, pomatum, 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 settlers on his route & was now about traversing alone, unarmed & with only some half dozen small loaves of bread, the uninhabited country from San Antonio to the Rio Grande, but we could not

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