in the interior. Love was at Bejar, immediately after its fall.[ 3] Allen has been to Monclova. They all concur in representing the Southwest as the finest part of Texas -- not to say of the world; indeed, one of them called it the Garden Spot of the World.
Col. Love is a native of the County of Brunswick, Virginia, but his parents removed to Georgia. He now hails from Columbus, Georgia. Has been a trader among the Indians; is fond of the Indian life; says he never drank a drop of spiritous liquor, wine or beer, smoked a cigar, nor chewed tobacco! He is a strange but interesting character. He travelled from Columbus, Georgia, via Nachitoches and Nacogdoches, to Bejar, in thirty days, in hopes of being at the capture of the place -- arrived a few hours too late! -- chagrined. He is now acting under the orders of the Texian government, going among the Indians in the northeastern part of Texas, the Creeks, Delawares, etc., to embody them to act against the Western Indians, who are in Mexican interest and are becoming troublesome. He is in fine spirits, and appears to be in his element. He thinks it practicable to remove all the Indians from this part of the State and place them on the head waters of the Brazos, Colorado, etc., on the east side of the mountain, which forms the western boundary of Texas, and thus make them a barrier against the Comanches and other thievish and hostile tribes who inhabit the western side of the mountain. This would be a most valuable step for this part of the country. The Indians have settlements above and below Nacogdoches. Those above commence within five or six miles of the town, and they occupy nearly all the country between this and the Red River. They bring in skins, venison, pecan nuts, etc., and their trade is valuable to the merchants, but they are unpleasant neighbors, and retard the settlement of the country by whites. There have been many of them in town all this week, men, women and children, fantastically dressed, and exhibiting disgusting scenes of drunkenness and bestiality.[ 4]
I attended a ball at Brown's Tavern, given by the Anglo-Americans, to which I had a ticket of invitation. It rained hard from noon until midnight; there are no carriages in the place, but this did not prevent the ladies from attending. They trudged to it on foot through rain and mud, to the number of about twenty; the gents. were more numerous. I was really surprized to find that so shabby a looking place could assemble so many good looking, well dressed and well behaved women. The ball room was shabby and uncomfortable, and the entertainment coarse, but there was better dancing and more decorum than I have often seen at parties in Fredericksburg. They dispersed about 1 o'clock, all sober, and in good humor. The music consisted of two violins and a triangle, tolerably well played. It was, on the whole, a favorable specimen of Texean society.
There was last night a Mexican ball, or fandango, at the other end of the