The Mexicans and the Indians were very nearly on an intellectual and social equality.

Groups of Indians, harmless and friendly, were ever sauntering through the streets of the little town.
Colonel Crockett's horse had become lame on the journey.

He obtained another, and, with his feet nearly touching the ground as he bestrode the little animal, the party resumed its long and weary journey, directing their course two or three hundred miles farther southwest through the very heart of Texas to San Antonio.

They frequently encountered vast expanses of canebrakes; such canes as Northern boys use for fishing-poles.

There is one on the banks of Caney Creek, seventy miles in length, with scarcely a tree to be seen for the whole distance.