that possibly the money had been uprooted and stolen, he sent for the girl, who hastily returned.  As my wife tells the story, great beads of perspiration were dripping from her father’s brow as the two entered the woods.  And although the ground was rooted up, the girl pointed out the spot, midway between two trees, and the treasure was recovered without a coin missing.  Mr. Edwards lost confidence in himself, and thereafter, until peace was restored, my wife and a younger sister always buried the family treasure by night, keeping the secret to themselves, and producing the money on demand.

The merchant at Austin reported land scrip plentiful at fifteen to sixteen dollars a section.  I gave him an order for two hundred certificates, and he filled the bill so promptly that I ordered another hundred, bringing my unlocated holdings up to six hundred sections.  My land scrip was a standing joke between my wife and me, and I often promised her that when we built a house and moved to the Clear Fork, if the scrip was still worthless she might have the certificates to paper a room with.  They were nicely lithographed, the paper was of the very best quality, and they went into my wife’s trunk to await their destiny.  Had it been known outside that I held such an amount of scrip, I would have been subjected to ridicule, and no doubt would have given it to some surveyor to locate on shares.  Still I had a vague idea that land at two and a half cents an acre would never hurt me.  Several times in the past I had needed the money tied up in scrip, and then I would regret having bought it.  After the loss of my entire working capital by Texas fever, I was glad I had foresight enough to buy a quantity that summer.  And thus I swung like a pendulum between personal necessities and public opinion; but when those long-headed Yankee partners of mine urged me to buy land, I felt once more that I was on the right track and recovered my grasp.  I might have located fifty miles of the valley of the Clear Fork that winter, but it would have entailed some little expense, the land would then have been taxable, and I had the use of it without outlay or trouble.

An event of great importance to the people of Texas occurred during the winter of 1873-74.  The election the fall before ended in dispute, both great parties claiming the victory.  On the meeting of the legislature to canvass the vote, all the negro militia of the State were concentrated in and around the capitol building.  The Reconstruction regime refused to vacate, and were fighting to retain control; the best element of the people were asserting in no unmistakable terms their rights and bloodshed seemed inevitable.  The federal government was appealed to, but refused to interfere.  The legislature was with the people, and when the latter refused to be intimidated by a display of force, those in possession yielded the reins, and Governor Coke was inaugurated January 15, 1874; and thus the prediction of my partners, uttered but a few mouths before, became history.