' '^' -J ''fho little thought they would, ere long, be utterly dis abled, the mercy tempestuour winds,at of ' 96 BRAZOS ST. JAGO. cast on the bleak shores of a barren island, or stranded on the treacherous sand-bar. Frequently were we compelled to turn aside from our path to avoid some mammoth black- ened mast that lay imbedded in the sand, im- peding our way. The horses dragged for seve- ral miles, slowly and wearily, through the heavy "tillsands, we came to the creek Boca Chica" (little mouth), which separates Brazos Island from the main land. Here the horses were taken from the ambulance, which was then towed across the creek by the flat-boat, that for ferry; it then returned forserved a the horses, and finally for the passengers, making three tedious trips, while I sat on a dressing-case, in the sand, patiently watching the operation. The flat-boat could not come quite up to the dry land, so there were about twenty yards of shallow water to be passed before we could get it.to To my amazement I soon found myself being borne through the air like a baby in the arms of a great stalwart Texan (he being knee- deep in the water), until safely lodged in the boat, on a large Mexican poncho that their gal- \ BRAZOS ST. JAGO. 97 lantry had provided. Tlie creek was ever a good dealquarter of a mile wide, and was a swollen this recent rains. Whenat season by we arrived at the other side we were obliged to wait there a while to rest the horses.