"What a trouble about a few guns! One would think the Mexicans wanted the wives and children, the homes and lands of the Americans.

They cry out from one end of Texas to the other." "They cry out in old England and in New England, in New York, in New Orleans, and all down the Mississippi.

And men are crying back to them: 'Stand to your rifles and we will come and help you!' The idea of disarming ten thousand Americans!" Jack laughed with scornful amusement at the notion.

"What a game it will be! Mother, you can't tell how a man gets to love his rifle.

He that takes our purse takes trash; but our rifles! By George Washington, that's a different story!" Juan, my darling, you are my last hope.