Left Waco, Texas, on
the morning of April 11, 1863; bid adieu to my dear little Stark and Mary at
home; said good bye to my sweet wife at the ferryboat landing (at the foot of
Bridge street). Nothing of interest occurred on the way to Springfield, (about
forty miles east of Waco); saw two or three prairie chickens and a green
sportsman trying to kill one; saw at Springfield, as I had left at Waco, a good
many stout, able-bodied patriots, who, somehow, kept out of the service;
stopped at McCracken's, fifteen miles east of Springfield, for the night; found
Mr. McCracken a strong Houston man and would vote for him for governor if he
"had to be hauled to the polls in a wagon.
I fear there are too
many of this kind and others worse, who will elect Houston if he runs. His
election will be an invitation to Yankee invasion. However honest he may be in
his devotion to the South, the North would regard his election as an
endorsement of his past action.
SOURCE: John Camden
West, A Texan in Search of a Fight: Being
the Diary and Letters of a Private Soldier in Hood’s Texas Brigade, p. 13
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