I was very anxious to get through my journey, and often assayed to travel before I was in fact well enough.

The consequence was, that I frequently took relapses, and sometimes had to lie out under trees, even in time of rain, within sight of houses, the people being unwilling to give me shelter therein, fearing that my disorder was contagious.
At length I reached the Mexican town of San Antonio de Bexar, and there I tarried, until I had got pretty well rid of the cholera.

I then pursued my journey to Monclova, the seat of government for the State of Coahuila and Texas, in company with several Mexican gentlemen and foreigners.

Previous to this time, I had traveled several hundred miles entirely alone, and generally encamped in the woods or plains at night.

On my arrival at Monclova, I was doomed to encounter "misfortune" of a very different character.