was so afraid Pa might be persuaded to stay that she had all teams hitched up and ready to go, saying that she had started to Texas and didn't want to stop before reaching it. At this time she was so crippled with rheumatism that she had to be carried from camp to wagon. She soon recovered after reaching Texas, and enjoyed good health until her death at the age of 80.

Two or three years after this, Mr. Martin moved to Texas and settled within two miles of us.

Cousin Robert English and Uncle Tommie Anderson had been to California in 1849, and Cousin Robert wanted to go again; but decided to come first to Texas with Pa, and try this country. He remained seven years, then he, his wife, Cousin Marsleet, and their seven children, left in a wagon for California. In three months they arrived in Los Angeles. Just before leaving in 1859, he built for our family a two story, ten room frame residence which burned about 1880.

My playmate, Sam Anderson, was eleven years old, full of energy, red-headed, freckled-faced, good-natured, and without fear or caution. While the wagons were moving, he would jump out of one of them and run and jump into another. Many a time I heard Ma say, "Columbia, if Providence doesn't take care of that boy he will be killed before we get to Texas". Providence took care of him. He grew up to be a very useful man; was