"Many a Slip Between the Cup and the Lip"

In the year 1910 President William Howard Taft becomes the first president to throw out the first baseball on opening day.  In 1910 the Wright Brothers and Department Store owner Max Moorehouse undertook the first airfreight shipment from Dayton, Ohio to Columbus, Ohio. In 1910 Francisco I. Madero denounces President Porfirio Díaz, declares himself president, and calls for a revolution to overthrow the government of Mexico.  This was the year that our country was experiencing the first decade of the new century, and in a little town far far away in west texas our family history was being made on the day Great Grandpa Rollie Ambrose Davenport met and married Hattie Pearl Loman.

Hattie Pearl is center of picture with the broad brimmed hat above the little girl with the bonnet.

Hattie Pearl was a young teenage girl growing up in the little town of Kennedy, Texas. Her father Upton Loman had a farm and was a cattleman working together with his brother. In 1889 He was encouraged by his brother –in-law to become a blacksmith there in Kennedy. Mr Loman continued blacksmithing there until he moved to Pettus , Texas and opened his own shop. Hattie Pearl was going to school in a little one-room schoolhouse, which was being taught by a young schoolmarm named Mrs. Koonce.  There were several young boys that were always trying to get Hattie Pearls attention in those days.  On one occasion one of the boys decided to offer her a gift to impress her.  Her father called her to the front door one morning and asked her to look on the front porch.  After going on the porch she discovered a watermelon, a fine specimen of the fruit, and on the side of the melon was carved the words, “I love pearl, she’s my girl.” The ploy didn’t engender any romantic inclination toward the young suitor but I would give the young man credit for imagination. She lived there happily with her brothers and sisters until one day a man came from Sabinal and told Mr. Loman that there was no blacksmith in that town and that one was badly needed there. So in 1907 Mr. Loman moved the family to Sabinal, Texas. In those days Sabinal was still very much a town in transition. It was a busy ranching and farming community and the little town was booming and growing.  The railroad like many little towns in texas was the economic engine that kept the little town growing. On the streets of Sabinal could be seen wagons loaded tall with cotton along with all kinds of other type of buggies, hacks and buckboards along with horses and dogs and people.  Mixed in this scene from the old world of the 1800’s was the new fangled horseless carriage the automobile. The streets were hot and dusty and smelly during the summer months from the horse manure, but in the rainy days it was a muddy, rutted quagmire of dirt and soupy sludge, difficult to walk across the street in some instances. 

taken in 1912

Some time during the years of 1907 to 1910 the rancher and cowboy Rollie Davenport fell in love with the black smiths daughter, Pearl Loman.  I do not know a lot of the details about how they met and what the courtship was like but my best guess is that they met at one of the many church socials that were often held there or perhaps they courted at many of the family dances or infares that were held in the community which were essentially a wedding reception highlighted by a barbeque and dance that would last sometimes several days.

I do not know many details of the courtship but I do know about the day Rollie took his sweetheart Pearl to be married.  It had rained in the country and Rollie picked up his sweetheart Pearl in a buggy at her home in town. They traveled the muddy streets of Sabinal until they rolled up in front of the Justice of the Peace. Rollie not wanting his new bride to soil her shoes in the muddy street decided to lift her out of the buggy intending to set her gently down on the board walk of the Justice’s office.  When he lifted Pearl up out of the buggy and turned to walk the few steps to the boardwalk he side shifted to miss a mud hole and to his surprise, he slipped backward feet flying flat out, he landed on his back in the mud puddle his bride to be tumbling in after.  I don’t know what words rolled out of Rollie’s mouth during that embarrassing moment but I would imagine it might have been. “Good gladness miss Agnes” a saying that granny Pearl often attributed to him. What an auspicious beginning as they picked themselves out of the street and continued in to the Justice of the Peace office to say their vows and begin a new chapter in the davenport history. One of the good friends of the family in that day was their neighboring rancher and friend John Nance Garner. Mr. Garner was later to gain fame as the Vice President serving under President Franklin D. Roosevelt. Mr. Garner allowed young Rollie to take his new bride to honeymoon in a small log cabin on the banks of the frio river on his ranch.  That little cabin was located across the river from the present day swimming hole near the dam at what is now Garner State Park. Though a humble beginning it was a love affair that lasted six decades through all kinds of adventure and crisis. 

Its High Noon in America

Gary Cooper in High Noon

It’s high noon in America and I see two steely eyed, heavily armed cowboys walking out into the middle of the street ready to face each other down. You can almost hear the theme music from a Clint Eastwood movie as you stare into the eyes of the two warriors fixed in a laser- like gaze on each other as they slowly maneuver themselves closer and closer, hands on their revolvers ready to pull and draw at the slightest hint of the others move to clear leather and fire.  The threats and gauntlets have been laid down and now there is no way out they must duel to the death and there is only room for one to walk away from this deadly war of words.  Both claim to be the one in the white hat, the defender of truth. He sees himself as the brave knight defending all that is good and true. Each claims to be the true spokesman for no other than the greatest truth crusader, Jesus Christ. The words are no longer enough its time to let the hot lead fly and only one cowboy walk away the victor.

            There is another dark figure in this story.  He is the one that always wears the black hat.  He’s the one that has been silently slinking around in the background putting choice tidbits in each of the cowboys ear always pitting one against the other appealing to their pride and their fears and driving them to believe that they themselves are the only true hope, the only way that all things will turn out right. You must be the defender of truth he whispers, though this dark hat cowboy knows nothing of truth, only twisted lies masquerading as light.

            I hope the reader will indulge my lame attempt at humor but in reality the scenario I am describing is not a laughing matter. I am talking about the ongoing battle of political speak between conservative media celebrities such as Glenn Beck and a few well known evangelical televangelists who are speaking out in support of Glenn’s attack on churches promoting the social or economic justice gospel.  Glenn has repeatedly appealed to churches in America to unite and speak up against these social justice perversions of the Gospel. He is warning loud and clear to Christians in America that the phrase social justice or economic justice inserted or preached in pulpits are in fact “code words” for a political ideology that denies salvation through the propitiation of the blood of Christ and replaces it with a salvation based on a collective redistribution of wealth. Glenn believes that the political left is in fact actively trying to turn churches in America into community organizations that are not about Christ and personal salvation through faith in Christ’s deity and his sacrifice of atonement, but rather a collective type of salvation through actively lobbying for social reform.

            I do not know if one could truthfully make the case that all churches that are teaching about social reform and economic reform can be charged with completely supplanting the Gospel’s message of redemption through the blood of Christ. I do not know if one could say that anyone who uses those terms are part of some great conspiratorial ring that are in truth are only fronts for left wing radical socialist or communist agendas. Undoubtedly there are some that are very much perverting the Gospel and twisting it into a means for a socio-political end. This is not a new thing but something that has been going on since the beginning. Paul warned young Timothy in 1st timothy 6:3-7 “If anyone teaches false doctrines and does not agree to the sound instruction of our Lord Jesus Christ and to godly teaching, he is conceited and understands nothing. He has an unhealthy interest in controversies and quarrels about words that result in envy, strife, malicious talk, evil suspicions and constant friction between men of corrupt mind, who have been robbed of the truth and who think that godliness is a means to financial gain. But godliness with contentment is great gain. For we brought nothing into the world, and we can take nothing out of it.” (NIV)

Indeed men that miss the meaning of the Gospel and twist it into some method through which we attain worldy fleshly gain have as Paul states been “robbed of the Truth”.

Financial gain in this passage means so much more than just the silver coin or the printed money.  It is referring to all the things of this flesh that men pine for such as power , prestige , influence , property or anything that is the currency of the love of this world.

            One such opponent of Glenn’s would be the very vociferous editor in chief of the Sojourners organization, Jim Wallis. There has been some sparing in the media from these two lately. Wallis has been compared to Jerry Falwell in his outspoken belief in merging his religious beliefs with his politics. In an article written four months ago entitled “Glenn Beck, Jim Wallis, and Falwell-esque Dangers of Mixing Politics and Faith” columnist Peter Wehner wrote; “In many respects he is, ironically enough, the mirror image of the late Jerry Falwell. Like Falwell, Wallis is drawn to power and attention like a moth to a flame on a dark summer night. Like the former founder of the Moral Majority, Wallis takes biblical principles and simplistically connects the dots to public policies he supports. He has, as the Reverend Falwell had, enormous confidence that he knows the mind of God on matters of politics. And Wallis says harsh and irresponsible things about those who hold views different than his. It is reasonable to say, I think, that there is little evidence of a spirit of grace and reconciliation in the words of Wallis.” Wallis is a very outspoken political activist that believes that using political means to achieve his spiritual goals is an integral part of the work of the church. He believes that the whole meaning of the incarnation of Christ was as much to right social wrongs and bring justice to the deprived than to offer himself as a sacrifice of atonement for sin. Consider these quotes from the Sojourner’s web site. The mission statement: “Our mission is to articulate the biblical call to social justice, inspiring hope and building a movement to transform individuals, communities, the church, and the world,” the Web site Quotes William Stringfellow, an early activist civil rights lawyer who was an early supporter of the sojourner community, an Episcopal church clergyman, also heavily involved with the World Council of Churches. “The politics of the cross delivers a message to the nations, to all regimes and powers, and even unto the ends of the earth, marked by the cry of Jesus which invokes the psalm: kingly power belongs to the Lord, and dominion over the nations is his (Psalm 22:28). That is truly what the Incarnation is all about.” Jim Wallis also writes about the role of the state in an article entitled All Hands on Deck. “There is a biblical role for the state, just as there is for the church. And they are not the same. According to Romans 13, the state is supposed to uphold the rule of law by protecting the innocent and punishing the guilty. It suggests a clear role for the government in ensuring the common good. And when the state fulfills its role properly, it allows the church to do its work in the world. The church must become "bilingual" in speaking the evangelistic message of the kingdom of God to all that will hear and also speaking to the state about its role and responsibilities. Justice, equity, and fairness are biblical concerns for the Christian community and standards to which the government should be held to account.”

" Le Martyr de Saint Pierre " par Michel-Ange"

            I wonder what the apostle Peter and Paul might make of these two opposing views. The one vocalized by Glenn Beck that the role of the church is to unite in a political battle against the social justice churches to save the true gospel and to save the true form of Government, the democratic republic, which he believes is the “inspired” form of Government given by God to the founders. Would they espouse The role vocalized by Jim Wallis that the role of the Church is to right the social wrongs in our society by preaching a gospel of social economic justice and uniting every faith based organizations into political pacs that teams up with the state or alternatively pressures the state into playing it’s role as protector of the innocent and punisher of the guilty. It would seem to me that according to Mr. Wallis the church cannot play it’s proper role unless the state is properly playing it’s role. He seems to advocate that the church is woefully deficient in resources and ability to accomplish it’s purpose unless the government plays it’s proper role along side it.

            I suppose that Jesus in saying Matthew 16:18 “Upon this rock I shall build my Church and the gates of Hades shall not prevail against it,” must have meant only if the government cooperates and helps provide the environment by which it can fulfill it’s mission. That mission being to bring justice to this corrupt world as defined by Mr. Wallis.

            To both of these men who would be the protectors of truth I would humbly submit that the Church will and has for more than 2000 years been fulfilling it’s role. That role as defined by Christ is multifaceted but uniform in its goal. The church is to be the “pillar and foundation of the truth” according to Ephesians 3:10,11 “His intent was that now, through the church, the manifold wisdom of God should be made known to the rulers and authorities in the heavenly realms, according to his eternal purpose which he accomplished in Christ Jesus our Lord. In him and through faith in him we may approach God with freedom and confidence.” What is the purpose of the Church? To preach the Gospel which means good news, to the world. The good news is that we can be reconciled to God through the blood of Christ as a propitiation for our sins. Romans 3:21-25.  How can we approach God with freedom and confidence? The Hebrew writer explains,  Hebrews10:20,22 “Therefore, brothers, since we have confidence to enter the Most Holy Place by the blood of Jesus, by a new and living way opened for us through the curtain, that is, his body, and since we have a great priest over the house of God, let us draw near to God with a sincere heart in full assurance of faith, having our hearts sprinkled to cleanse us from a guilty conscience and having our bodies washed with pure water.”

            The apostle Paul outlined the basic elements of the Gospel of Christ in 1^st Corinthians 15:1-9. Paul says that “Now, brothers, I want to remind you of the gospel I preached to you, which you received and on which you have taken

your stand. By this gospel you are saved, if you hold firmly to the word I

preached to you. Otherwise, you have believed in vain.” Paul continues spelling out the basic elements of the message which is the eye witnessed fact of the death , burial and resurrection of Jesus Christ. He goes on to refute those who would deny the resurrection and argues that, vs 17, “if Christ has not been raised, your faith is futile; you are still in your sins.”

Paul also warns sternly in his letter to the Galatians that perverting that gospel or preaching any other gospel would result in condemnation and loss of salvation. Ga. 1:6 “I am astonished that you are so quickly deserting the one who called you by the grace of Christ and are turning to a different gospel which is really no gospel at all. Evidently some people are throwing you into confusion and are trying to pervert the

2  Cor.11:14 And no wonder, for Satan himself masquerades as an angel of light.

gospel of Christ. But even if we or an angel from heaven should preach a gospel other than the one we preached to you, let him be eternally condemned!”

2Co. 2:11 in order that Satan might not outwit us. For we are not

unaware of his schemes. 

            Perverting the gospel of Christ is a serious matter. The apostle Paul holds both men and angels responsible for the way in which the gospel of Christ is preached. Galatians 1:12 “ I want you to know, brothers, that the gospel I preached is not something that man made up. I did not receive it from any man, nor was I taught it; rather, I received it by revelation from Jesus Christ.” It is so important that men who profess to know the gospel accurately profess it because of its holy origin.

 Paul warned Christians in Colossians 2:6-10, “So then, just as you received Christ Jesus as Lord, continue to live in him, rooted and built up in him, strengthened in the faith as you were taught, and overflowing with thankfulness. See to it that no one takes you captive through hollow and deceptive philosophy, which depends on human tradition and the basic principles of this world rather than on Christ.

For in Christ all the fullness of the Deity lives in bodily form, and you have been given fullness in Christ, who is the Head over every power and authority.”

            It is a troubling thing to me to see these two culture warriors bringing their respective political and philosophical ideas into the limelight both claiming to be the spokesman for the true will of God for America’s political future.  It occurs to me that both the apostle Paul and the apostle Peter both died as martyr’s testifying to the truth of the gospel under the heavy hand of tyrannical Roman emperors, who were being used by satan to try to stamp out Christianity in it’s infancy. The blood of countless Christians still stains the hands of rulers of every kind throughout the centuries. Kings and monarchies of every kind, communism, socialism, democracy, republics, empires it matters not. The kingdom of Christ exists and flourishes no matter what the form of government or who might be its power. When Christ stood before Pilate and asked if he was a king he answered. John 8:36 “My kingdom is not of this world.” Christ’s kingdom, his church exists to testify to the deity of Christ and to his gracious purpose in coming to this world to save sinners. They do not use the weapons of this world, such as promoting  divisive political parties, lying, slandering , demonizing , propagandizing and pitting one segment of society against another to achieve a political agenda. These tactics are the common currency of that black hat shadowy stranger that wants to destroy Christ and his church. Paul wrote, 2Corinthians 10:3 “For though we live in the world, we do not wage war as the world does. The weapons we fight with are not the weapons of the world. On the contrary, they have divine power to demolish strongholds. We demolish arguments and every pretension that sets itself up against the knowledge of God, and we take captive every thought to make it obedient to Christ.”

            As Peter was about to be hung upside down on a cross because of his testimony about Christ he wrote to Christians. 1Peter 2:17 “Show proper respect to everyone: Love the brotherhood of believers, fear God, honor the king.”

The apostle Paul wrote in Romans 13:1-7 “Everyone must submit himself to the governing authorities, for there is no authority except that which God has

established. The authorities that exist have been established by God. Consequently, he who rebels against the authority is rebelling against what God has instituted, and those who do so will bring judgment on themselves. For rulers hold no terror for those who do right, but for those who do wrong. Do you want to be free from fear of the one in authority? Then do what is right and he will commend you. For he is God’s servant to do you good. But if you do wrong, be afraid, for he does not bear the sword for nothing. He is God’s servant, an agent of wrath to bring punishment on the wrongdoer. Therefore, it is necessary to submit to the authorities, not only because of possible punishment but also because of conscience. This is also why you pay taxes, for the authorities are God’s servants, who give their full time to governing. Give everyone what you owe him: If you owe taxes, pay taxes; if revenue, then revenue; if respect, then respect; if honor, then honor.”

           

            Glenn I appreciate the history lessons and the fact that you have warned all of America of the hidden and nefarious ways in which a political movement has gained power. I appreciate that you love your country and the form of government that has long been a blessing to our country, but be careful friend. Do not let the black hated stranger twist your zeal for country and truth into a backdoor attack on the church through an appeal to preserve our nation. I too love this country and it’s form of government but I love the Lord and his church more. I look to a heavenly country whose builder and maker is God. Hebrews 11:16.  I believe the founders humbly prayed to the Lord and asked for wisdom as to how to form a government that would provide as much freedom and opportunity as possible to it’s citizens. I believe the Lord answered there prayer and blessed this country abundantly.  I believe he did that for his own purposes.  The church, however, is his own special people set apart for a special purpose, and that purpose must remain pure and not mingled with lesser purposes such as the preservation of democracy.  Let the preservation of our nation be done If the Lord wills.  A Christian can speak and write and vote as any other citizen to help preserve our freedoms but be careful oh Christian. Do not leave a holy calling in order to pursue a temporal one.

To Jim and all who long to see justice done and society more equal and harmonious I say be careful that your longing to reform this corrupt world not become a tool by the black hat deceiver to twist the message of the gospel of peace into a gospel of health and wealth and redistribution of this worlds goods.

            The church belongs to Christ and is a kingdom unto itself. A monarch, king Jesus Christ, rules it.  Its purpose is to glorify Him and reveal Him to the world. Its supreme law is His word and it is a kingdom that shall never end. It is comprised of men and women from every nation, from every period of time, and will survive every attempt from Satan to destroy it.

May God bless our nation and heal the land.

Psalms 60:2 Thou hast made the land to tremble; thou hast rent it: Heal the breaches thereof; for it shaketh.                                

           

            

"In Her Own Words"

My Great Great Grandmother Emma Kelly was interviewed once by another lady whom i have previously spoken of in a past post entitled dominoes and daring do about aunt Florence finley.  In 1938 she interviewed grandma Emma while she was living the sunset years of her life with her son in Sabinal, texas. Here she tells of life in the pioneer days of the Sabinal river valley as they settled the land.  

by

   Mrs. Florence Fenley Angermiller, P. W. Life History

   JUN 15 1938

SAN ANTONIO TEXAS

   Mrs. Emma Kelly Davenport

   Sabinal, Texas

   The little, gray-haired mother of ten children who, herself, was born

   and reared in the Sabinal Canyon in 1864, and who played as a child in

   the river that is beloved because of its frontier history, is living

   today in the town of Sabinal. Her children, likewise, were brought up

   on the Sabinal River and trained for ranch life just as she and her

   brothers were.

   Possessing a more than ordinary education for pioneers of that day, it

   has served her purpose in recording facts and data which her excellent

   memory can now enlarge upon. As a young woman, she had the uncommon

   trait of keeping diaries, keepsakes and historical mementos. Belt

   buckles worn by her father and her husband's father as soldiers in the

   Confederacy; powder horns and valuable documents contribute to the

   interesting lore of early days.

   The following incidents are told in her own words:

   "My mother, Nancy Williams, was born in Perry County, Illinois, the

   daughter of Milton Williams. Her grandfather, Robert Williams, fought

   under General George Washington in the Revolutionary War. When she was

   very young, her parents brought her to live in Arkansas and there is

   where she later married my father, Chris Kelly, on Dec. 24, 1847 near

   the town of Siercy in White County. In 1851, they moved to Kaufman

   County, Texas, and in 1853 they came to the Sabinal Canyon where I was

   born nearly eleven years later, August 27, 1864.

   "You see, she was only about nineteen years old when she came out here

   and though it was about a year before the Indians began giving them

   serious trouble, it became necessary after that, oft' times for my

   mother to go to the field with my father and hold her baby and his gun

   while he worked.

   "My parents began ranching as soon as they got to the Sabinal Canyon.

   They had brought their horses and cattle and wagons with them and

   other members of his family had come along, also. In fact, there was a

   train of them. One wagon was provided for my mother and I think it was

   a little finer than the other wagons. She had her own bedding and

   personal things in that wagon. My daddy had a mischivous brother along

   in the wagon train and he tormented everything and everybody. His name

   was Jack Kelly. One day, he was riding in my mother's wagon and kept

   teasing her. She got tired of it after awhile and took off her shoe

   and threw it at him. She hit him right on the nose and it sure drew

   the blood. My daddy would have whipped him right there, but the whole

   wagon train took up for him and wouldn't have stood for it because

   they knew his mischief was all in fun.

   "The trip was made in ordinary time but the roads those days were

   simply awful. Scarcely more than a trail over the rough mountains or

   across long-stretches of muddy prairie kept them from making more than

   eight or ten miles a day lots of times. A heap of times, they had to

   lie over for the swollen creeks and rivers to go down so they could

   cross.

   "My daddy was always in the saddle and was always with the other

   settlers on the cow hunts. In 1870, he decided to take a herd of

   cattle to California, so he and Gid Thompson went together and threw

   their herds together. Gid's two boys, Hy and Bob, went along. The

   reason for selecting California was because of there being so much

   money out there after that gold rush. Cattle here was fat for

   they had open range and plenty of water. They knew it would take a

   long time to make that trip, so they prepared for it. They bought up

   different small herds around in the country and got together about

   3,000 head.

   "Indians had to be taken into consideration at this time because they

   were constantly coming into the settlements and robbing and stealing.

   My father had narrowly missed ambushed by them more than once. He

   decided that it would be safer to leave his family at Uvalde even

   though it was only a village, for there were soldiers down at Fort

   Inge and it was far better protection against the Indians.

   "John Davenport (whom I was later to marry) and others of the

   neighborhood stayed up at the ranch headquarters the night before the

   herd left on the trail. They went with the outfit for one day's

   travel. The last night we stayed at home, which was this same night,

   the boys were all camped around to start before day the next morning.

   The camp was awakened by my father singing that old song: "'Wake up,

   wake up, you drowsy sleepersWake up, wake up, it's almost day!How can

   you lie and sleep and slumber When your true love is going away!'

   "I guess that was pretty hard on my mother, for she realized that he

   would be gone a year or two, if he came back alive at all. No one knew

   whether they would ever get through or not and it was hard to give

   them up.

   "It took them two days to go from headquarters, here on the Sabinal,

   to Uvalde and we camped one night with them on the way to Uvalde. I

   remember that one of the cowboys caught me up and stood me up on the

   sugar barrel next morning. It was a barrel of brown sugar they were

   taking along with their provisions.

   "My father left us a new wagon and team of horses and money enough to

   live on two years. He left us in a rented house and after he was gone

   about two months, my mother built a new house in the west part of town

   near where the Main Street School is now. We had taken everything we

   had from the ranch except a few milk cows and some hogs.

   "I was soon old enough to go to school and my first school days were

   at Uvalde. My teacher was Old Judge McCormick. He was gray-headed and

   a middle-aged man then and all his days, didn't change his appearance

   much. He was tolerably strict in school but he was a great sport when

   it come to attending horse races or other sports. He was a great

   drinker too. I remember he was always ready for ball games and he said

   that John Davenport could throw a ball farther than any man he ever

   saw.

   "He told me that he never went to school over six months in the year

   in his life and that a boy could get a good education if he would go

   six months and really try to learn. He said his school came in

   three-months sessions at a time. He taught many a person in this

   country and he trained lots of men to different trades. He was a good

   surveyor and he taught that trade to John Davenport. They surveyed out

   many a section in this country and my understanding is that they

   helped survey out the town of Uvalde. He had a fine compass and

   Jaco 's :DEL] Jacob's staff and chain and before the old Judge died,

   he presented that very same compass to my husband and now it is owned

   by my son, Rollie Davenport. It is a fine instrument and as good as

   ever.

   "After my father was gone awhile my sister, Sarah, married George

   Dillard and George's sister married at the same time so they had a big

   double wedding and 'infair.' That was down in the Patterson settlement

   on the Sabinal. I think everybody in the country came and helped

   celebrate.

   "It was at this very place, later on, that George Dillard dubbed me

   a tomboy because I could run like a race horse. I could outrun

   any of the school boys in the whole country,/ unless it was Charley

   Harper and I could run right with him. George Dillard decided to put a

   pair of pants on me and I had always been taught it was a disgrace for

   a girl to put on men's clothing, so naturally I felt that I would be

   disgraced for life it such a thing were done. Well, he set out after

   me one day to catch me but he would have had to be horseback to have

   done it. I took to the open pasture and I remember going/ over hills

   and down them as I circled around to get back to the house. He found

   out he couldn't catch me. Not having any sisters near my age, I had

   played with the boys in their games till I was a good runner.

   "Not long ago, Ben Biggs from Seattle, Washington, came down here and

   he said he often thought of me because of a broken finger he got when

   we were kids and he was chasing me and fell. We were playing school

   and he undertook to catch me as I crossed the road close to the school

   house. He fell as he went across and hit his finger on the ground and

   broke it. The finger grew back crooked as a rememberance to me.

   "We stayed down at the Patterson settlement a few months after my

   sister married. We felt safer down there than we did at Uvalde. We

   were scared to death the whole time we lived in Uvalde. That certainly

   was a wild place if there ever was one. Rangers and soldiers would

   come in there and get on wild sprees. They would get into fights and

   shoot up the town. It surely wasn't safe to go up town after dark.

   I've gone under the bed many a time when I was little and all that

   shooting was going on. Once, there was a terrible commotion and

   shooting up town and the next morning we found out the cause of it.

   Two gamblers by the name of Asberry and Young were killed. They

   were men who had not been living there long and had no families. They

   were hard drinkers and gamblers and got into a fight with each other.

   Men would fall out with their very best friends in a gambling game.

   One of the men drew his gun and killed the other and they took both of

   them to jail -- the dead one and the wounded one. But someone went to

   jail and killed the other one.

   "It wasn't an uncommon thing for a cowboy fight or soldier and ranger

   fight to occur up town. There was saloons and places for them to have

   trouble and it often happened. There were so many outlaws and bad men

   in through here then, that men in this section went armed for years;

   the old and young -- even boys 12 and 13 years old had pistols buckled

   on them. Many a time when a killing occurred, the killer ran away and

   more often than not, made a clean get-away.

   "My mother's life was a busy one after we moved to Uvalde. She had a

   bunch of children to care for and the cooking, mending, sewing,

   soapmaking, washing, ironing and milking cows went right on. She

   started a garden right at once after we moved there and she bought the

   first cook stove I ever saw. It didn't lack much of being the first

   one in the town, either. That stove had the regular four-eye too but

   two back eyes were elevated about four inches. I remember the fine

   bread and cakes she could cook on it.

   "When cool weather came along, mother wanted to go back to kill her

   hogs up on the ranch and put up her meat and lard. Mrs. Thompson

   decided to go along too, for she had moved to Uvalde to live while Mr.

   Thompson was gone, the same as we had. They got two neighbor boys to

   go along horseback and they put all us children in the wagon and we

   started out. We had gone about forty miles up in the canyons and when

   we reached Nolton Creek on Uvalde Prairie, we noticed a mounted

   Indian leading another horse. I remember that the horse he was leading

   seemed a little crippled and I think he tied/ him and stopped to try

   to make out what we were doing or how many men there were. My mother

   told my two oldest brothers to get out and get two long sticks and get

   on the horses that were hitched to the wagon. They did so and then she

   told the two boys that were horseback to tie their lariats to the

   tongue of the wagon and start out. She had all of us children sit up

   in the wagon with hats on to make us look like men or big boys. Mrs.

   Thompson was frightened and was afraid that we were all going to be

   killed, but my mother told her to have faith in the Lord and all would

   be well. She was a courageous woman and one of the calmest and most

   serene persons I ever knew. She wasn't easy to get ruffled. Her scheme

   worked like magic because the Indian couldn't tell for sure how many

   men there were for it looked like there were four mounted men, armed

   with guns. Indians knew that men with rifles could do business in

   those days.

   "My mother finally sold her home in Uvalde and moved back up to our

   ranch before my father ever returned from California. I was going to

   school up there, then. I have heard them talk about my father coming

   home by boat, so I suppose he took a train from California to St

   Louis, and then went by boat down the Mississippi to New Orleans and

   then around by Galveston for I do know that he landed at Galveston and

   came on up to Houston. It took him a long time to make that trip and

   we hadn't had a letter from him in no telling when. The day he came

   in, my mother had gone down below to stay all night with my oldest

   sister. She rode horseback down there and left me at a neighbor's

   house. I saw two men come up the road horseback but I never knew it

   was my daddy till he went on home and my brother came down in a run in

   a little while and told me that he was there. We had looked for

   him so long, I ran like a race horse to get to where he was. I had

   forgotten about an old mean, fighting cow we had. We always had to

   keep out of her way for she would run you or fight anything. Well, I

   ran right into her face before I saw her. She tossed her head and I

   tossed over the fence. Gracious, I sure did run then. When I got to

   where I could see my daddy, he was standing in the door and when he

   saw me, he reached up and caught the top of the door facing and began

   dancing. I tell you we were all so happy we couldn't behave. He got on

   his horse then and rode on down to my sister's where my mother was.

   They said it was a great meeting with mother crying and clinging to

   him. She just couldn't stop crying.

   "He brought back a mint of money from that trip and told many an

   interesting experience they had on their way out there. He said that

   Old Man Ben Biggs and his boys, Jim and Billy, were several hundred

   miles ahead of them with about six-hundred head of cattle. They had

   about the same experiences crossing the desert and strips of country

   without water as the Biggs outfit had had. I heard him say that when

   they got to California and they needed to go into town--I think it was

   San Diego--and they were all so ragged and torn up and threadbare that

   none of them would have dared try to go into town looking like that.

   Not a one of them had a decent pair of pants left to go into town

   after provisions and clothes for the other fellows. But John Taylor

   met the emergency. He took the wagon sheet and cut out a pair of pants

   with a butcher knife. I suppose his leggings hid the stitches. I think

   they had a needle or two and some twine or coarse thread along. The

   boys thought it was a good idea. They were all so shaggy, with long

   hair and beard and so dirty they were longing to get into town for a

   clean-up. Well, John Taylor saved the day and went into town with his

   handmade duck pants and he bought clothes for the other boys and

   brought them out so they could all go in to town.

   "Even after my father got back to Texas, the Indians were still

   pilfering and stealing horses. He was taking us across the country one

   time from Uvalde to the ranch and we stopped at one of our places at

   the Blue Water hole for the night. There was a house there and we were

   going to spend the night there before going on in home. We unloaded

   the wagon and went into the house and my father turned the horses

   loose and they hardly got ten steps before the Indians had them. We

   didn't know it until next morning, but we saw by the tracks what had

   happened. My father had to walk about ten miles to get another team to

   take us on up to our home.

  " after his return from California, my father began making

   preparations for another trip up the trail -- this time to Kansas with

   a herd. Our lives were pretty easy from that time on for he made the

   trip and made lots of money. Then when he began making plans for a

   third trip, my mother set her foot down on it. She told him she was

   tired of staying alone and raising babies and calves while he was

   always gone. He didn't make the trip either.

   "As my father was strictly a stockman, he lived on a ranch till his

   death. In a few years after his cattle drives, he began experimenting

   with sheep and was very successful in handling them. I was partly fed

   on sheep meat and as my winter clothing came from the sheep's back, I

   like sheep to this day. I remember that sheep shearing time was surely

   a busy time for us. Sometimes there would be fifteen or twenty

   shearers come at one time and if the weather was good, they could soon

   do the work. They were generally Mexicans and there nearly always was

   a musician with them. They are great people to sing and play a guitar

   and we always loved to hear them. Once, there was a shearer with the

   crew who could imitate any kind of animal or bird he had ever

   heard. All of us children tried to do the same thing and we certainly

   made a racket if nothing else. One day one of the shearers spoke to me

   in Spanish and said he was going to cut off one of my curls. I didn't

   understand him, and made a dash for the house, scared to death, and

   told my mother that he said he was going to cut my head off. After

   they found out why I ran, they laughed at the joke on me, and tried

   every way to make friends with me but I stayed off at a distance and

   watched. Even their gifts of peloncilios (pe-lon-cios) sent to me by

   my brothers didn't win my confidence any more.

   "I went to school mostly up where Utopia is now. As I grew up, I took

   part more and more in the programs we usually had on Friday afternoons

   and we nearly always had visitors. Boys who liked certain school girls

   were pretty sure to be there. Two of my girl friends and myself got to

   where we expected certain boys to be there for the program. John

   Davenport always came after me on Friday evenings and he would get me

   and his girl cousin in the buggy and go to the store. He would buy a

   pound of candy for us and it would be wrapped up in paper as we had

   never seen candy put up in boxes then. We would drive on to his

   cousin's house and let her out, then we would go back to my home. I

   lived a mile north of the school and she lived a mile south of it and

   though he always drove pretty, fine-trotting horses, I noticed he

   didn't hurry them after we let his cousin out of the buggy and started

   back to my home.

   "Our parents were always strict about letting us go anywhere and we

   weren't allowed to go to parties on school days; only on Friday or

   Saturday nights. I was thinking lots of John Davenport about then,

   even though I was only 14 years old. I thought he was the handsomest

   thing I ever had seen and I felt sure that he wanted to marry me, but

   he hadn't asked me yet. There was another girl over about

   D'Hanis that I knew he had been interested in and I would hear

   different reports about it at times, but he seemed so much in love

   with me when we were together, I would always forget that there might

   be someone else.

   "The school days wore on toward an end that year and I must confess

   that I made my worst grades. I had always made such good grades but

   the last year, I nearly failed. My mind was on John Davenport too

   much. However, I was very enthusiastic toward the close of the term

   and tried to catch up on my grades and practiced speeches and parts

   for the programs to be given at the close of school. One afternoon, I

   was sitting under the arbor out at the side of the schoolhouse and I

   don't suppose any one knew I was there. I happened to be looking right

   down the trail when I saw Andrew Spencer meet his stepfather and kill him.

It was an old score settled for Andrew said

   his mother had been terribly mistreated and he had told his stepfather

   that if he ever attempted to speak to him, he would kill him. Andrew's

   mother died and his stepfather married again and was living with his

   second wife when Andrew killed him. I don't know what they said to

   each other but Andrew shot him down and there was a terrible confusion

   around there then and somebody gave Andrew a horse to leave on. He

   pulled out right over to Uvalde and gave himself up. He didn't stay in

   jail very long and when he was tried, he came clear.

   "Well, at the close of the last year of my schooling, we had a May

   Party. On a vote, I was elected queen and all the attendants were

   chosen. I remember that I was all dressed up in a white organdy with

   fluted ruffles. They took our old piano box and decorated it up with

   flowers for a throne. I had flowers on me too and my attendants were

   all decorated with flowers. When all the girls came in and made

   their speeches to me and handed me their septres and wands, I jumped

   up and said,

   "'AMEN!

   And heaven support us too!

   'Tis much we mighty people have to do --'

   There was more to it and I went right through the whole speech, but my

   eye was roving over the crowd to see if a certain cowboy had arrived.

   Being fixed up my prettiest, it was natural that I wanted him to see

   that ceremony where I was crowned queen. A little later that evening,

   I got a letter from him saying that on that day he would be taking a

   bunch of cattle to San Antonio and didn't thing he could possibly get

   there. I was the worst disappointed girl in the world. But after all,

   he did get there before it was all over and we went to a dance from

   there. We didn't stay late because my father objected to dances at a

   public place.

   "They never let us to to every dance that come along, either. I

   remember I had a hard time getting to go to all the dances I wanted

   to. I have gone with my brothers horseback, far and near, and have

   even ridden behind them on their horse just to get to go. Of course,

   that would only be for a short distance, but no matter how close a

   dance was, we most always rode horseback to it. My parents gave a

   dance occasionally and they were always largely attended. It was

   customary to dance nearly all night and they would serve coffee and

   cake or cookies through the night to the guests. And how they could

   dance! They were always so graceful on the floor and I do know that

   John Davenport was the most graceful dancer I ever saw. I just thought

   I was IT if I could dance with him.

   "He was rather timid in his younger days and while he was with me, he

   didn't ask me to marry him. He waited till he left and was on a cow

   hunt down the country, then wrote me a letter. He said he had

   meant to ask me but his heart failed him and he had been told

   that my parents objected to my marrying anyway. I wrote him back that

   I intended to marry whom I wanted and would not try to please my

   parents about it if a question arose. We considered ourselves engaged

   then and I was only 14, as I told you. He came to see me as often as

   he could but he nearly always came in a buggy so he could take me

   places.

   "While we were engaged, myself and two other girls and our three boy

   friends, chaperoned by my married sister and her husband, took a trip

   to San Antonio that summer. We rode in two hacks drawn by horses as

   there was no railroad west of San Antonio then. Our first night out,

   we stayed at Hondo with a friend. The boys spent the night in the hack

   and used the blankets and pillows we carried along. The rest of the

   party slept in the house. The next night found us in Castroville and

   we secured rooms and a place to put the teams. We went then to see the

   Catholic churchhouse which was practically new. It was a stone

   building, and beautifully decorated on the inside. I see that same

   church now when I pass through there going to San Antonio and though

   it shows marks of age, it still serves the purpose for which it was

   intended. I think that church was the first to be built west of San

   Antonio.

   "The third night found us in San Antonio. We went out window-shopping,

   then took a ride on the street car which was drawn by little Spanish

   mule. The little mule had a bell on its neck which was a good signal

   that the street car was coming. He didn't have to pull the car all the

   time as they had other miles stationed along the way so that they

   could put fresh ones to the car at different stops and let the tired

   one rest. Sometimes the passengers would have to push to get the car

   started if the car was heavily loaded.

   "We were out for a sight-seeing, so we went up to San Pedro Springs on

   the street car. The fare was cheap but the travel was slow. I'll say,

   though, that the street car reached its destination safely. We were

   anxious to see the zoo that was out there. It was a pit dug about ten

   or twelve feet square and contained a bear, a wolf and a coon. I don't

   remember any other animals, but they had just what we had seen all our

   lives and we thought it was a splendid zoo. There were water fowls,

   such as ducks and geese, and a good collection of fish.

   "But mosquitoes! I couldn't sleep at all. There were no screens, of

   course, for we had never heard of anyone screening their houses then.

   Well, we made it through the night and was glad when it was over. We

   got up ready for more sight-seeing. We felt that we should spend one

   whole day in the city to make our trip more satisfactory. We were

   determined that we would visit an ice cream parlor and eat some ice

   cream. As for myself, I had never seen any ice cream in mid-summer. I

   had been having a slight toothache that day and was trying to forget

   it, but the first bite of ice cream I took, settled the fun with me

   till I went to the dentist.

   "We went to see the Government tower that day. It wasn't finished but

   it was the tallest building I had ever seen. We went straight up the

   stairway, then the steps began to wind. It looked too high for me and

   there was so much unfinished woodwork, that we decided to come down.

   We went over to Frost's National Bank and then to Oppenheimer's store

   and a few other places where we bought some new things for one of the

   girls who was going to get married later on.

   "It was just such a trip as this that my mother and father took to San

   Antonio after supplies once. It took five days to make a trip to San

   Antonio and back and if it was muddy, it took a whole week. Well,

   they loaded up their wagon with the necessary supplies and they

   started home. My mother had bought a great assortment of dry goods and

   of course, on the way back, it was a long trip and many a hour of just

   plodding along watching the road. Having to stop to cook meals along

   the way and to let the team eat and rest, my mother wanted something

   to do. She hadn't brought her scissors along, but she hit on another

   plan of making a dress out of some of the material she had bought.

   Here is where another butcher knife came into play as a dressmaker's

   tool. She just cut out her dress with a sharp butcher knife and

   started to work on it and had the complete dress made by the time they

   got home.

   "John Davenport and I married in 1878 and the first two or three years

   of our married life, we lived on a cow ranch. We had stock of our own

   and were on my father's place on the Sabinal River. I reckon I have

   lived on, at least, seven or eight different places on the Sabinal

   River. We run the J W D brand, which was John's brand when we married.

   The J was on the shoulder, the W on the side and the D on the hip. My

   brand was EMA on the side, for you see I had stock of my own on my

   father's ranch too.

   "John continued on the cow hunts. The country was not entirely fenced

   up yet and they used to go on roundups and take pack-horses along.

   They would take a sack of biscuits, some bacon and coffee, sometimes a

   frying pan and coffee pot. If it was a lasting job, they probably

   would take two pack-horses to the outfit and maybe a wagon. They would

   round up from the head of the Sabinal and go down the country a good

   ways and meet other outfits that were on the east and west. I have

   seen many a roundup thrown together and I have seen the ranchmen

   marking and branding at the roundups and driving their stock home.

   Everybody was after the Mavericks. The first man to get his rope on

   him got him. They have penned in our corrals many a time but they

   hardly ever come to the house for their meals because they had their

   own camp outfit with them. You would see all those cowboys and

   men with their guns on them working right along in the hot dusty pens.

   Most ranchmen kept their girls and wives away from the pens when an

   outfit was working there, and most of them hardly ever went to the

   pens except for some home work where they were needed awhile.

   "If the cow hunts went on longer then was expected, John would

   generally ride in again in two or three days and get some more

   biscuits. He kept a sack tied on his saddle. They would ride all day

   and when they went to eat, they would always have fresh beef and

   biscuits.

   "We pre-empted a place of our own and went to running sheep with our

   cattle. I was used to sheep and loved to handle them. We nearly raised

   six of our children on that place for they were old enough to go to

   school. The children were always tickled to death when their daddy

   would ride in after he had been gone awhile. I always felt like I was

   one of the children myself, I was so young when I married. At least,

   he petted me as much as he did one of the children and we were

   sweethearts all our married life.

   "We stayed in the sheep business on up to the last few years of his

   life. While the children were small, we would have to move closer to

   school at times or maybe to town, then move back to the ranch. But we

   kept a teacher at home when they were right little. We had a governess

   there the time we lost our little boy. We had gone out on the river

   that day and the children were all playing around. Little Georgie went

   to climb up on a log while they were running around, and there was a

   rattlesnake lying under it. It bit him on the ankle and we grabbed him

   up right then and bound his leg and started for the doctor. One of the

   boys ran to the house and got a chicken and we split it open and laid

   it on the bite. John drove the horses in a run and I sat in the back

   and held him and I also held that chicken on his little ankle.

   We got to the doctor and he had everything that could be done or that

   he knew to do. We worked with him all night but we lost him just at

   sunrise the next morning. I talked to that doctor later and he told me

   he had never lost but one other child from a snake bite since that

   time. My next baby was a girl and I named her Georgia as a namesake of

   the little one we lost.

   "We used to do lots of our visiting after supper. Many a time, we have

   gone to see my mother or John's mother after supper or maybe to some

   neighbor's. We always went in a buggy or a hack. I think back now on

   how I used to go with John down to his mother's place east of Sabinal

   and the next morning, we would be hurrying to get off and I never

   helped with the breakfast dishes or any of the work. She insisted that

   she would clean up after we got off, but I wouldn't do that now if it

   was to do over.

   "John loved to sing and he loved music in every way. His mother liked

   music the same way and she could play the violin pretty good. She

   always loved to see her children and grandchildren come and always had

   something good for them to eat. She lived on the highway between San

   Antonio and Sabinal, about two miles east of the present town of

   Sabinal. For years she kept a store there and the freighters and

   travelers always stopped with her. There is where I saw so many ox

   trains and mule trains pass by. Freighters hauled cotton to Mexico in

   season and I have seen bales piled up on the wagons as long as they

   could get one on. Sometimes the Mexicans would come by from Mexico

   with [paloncillos?] and [quinect?] to sell. And I have seen them

   peddling red-birds -- just ordinary red-birds that are wild. You could

   put them in a cage and feed them cracked corn and water, and they

   would just whistle and whistle for you. Those peddlers oft' times had

   fancy needle-work and beautiful drawn work that must have taken them

   weeks to make. It was always rather cheap too. The country was getting

   more thickly settled then and the menace of Indians was over.

   "We stayed in the sheep business up to the last few years of John's

   life. We put in a two-hundred acre farm at the foot of the hills and

   continued on with our cattle and sheep. Later, we leased out our farm

   and ranch and moved to Sabinal to this home I live in now and where

   John died in 1926. All of our ten children were there: Jim, Raymond,

   McCormick (Connie, who died a short while after) Rollie, Lila,

   Georgia, Ira, Davie and Newell. Since he passed away, I have been

   blessed with having the children all around me. I miss the old life

   and I love to see all the old-timers in this country whenever we [?].

   I have long wanted a record made of these things I have told you and

   that is why I have preserved dates and other data which I have showed

   you."