“It was a grand battle.”
“It was more a slaughter than a battle. You must imagine Santa Anna with two thousand men behind their breastworks, and seven hundred desperate Texans facing them. About noon three men took axes, and, mounting their horses, rode rapidly away. I heard, as they mounted, Houston say to them, ‘Do your work, and come back like eagles, or you’ll be behind time for the fight.’ Then all was quiet for an hour or two. About the middle of the afternoon; when Mexicans are usually sleeping or gambling, we got the order to ‘stand ready.’ In a few moments the three men who had left us at noon returned. They were covered with foam and mire, and one of them was swinging an ax. As he came close to us he cried out, ‘Vance’s Bridge is cut down! Now fight for your wives and your lives, and remember the Alamo!’
“Instantly Houston gave the order, ‘Charge!’ And the whole seven hundred launched themselves on Santa Anna’s breastworks like an avalanche. Then there was three minutes of smoke and fire and blood. Then a desperate hand-to-hand struggle. Our men had charged the breastwork, with their rifles in their hands and their bowie-knives between their teeth. When rifles and pistols had been discharged they flung them away, rushed on the foe, and cut their path through a wall of living Mexicans with their knives. ‘Remember the Alamo!’ ‘Remember the Goliad!’ were the cries passed from mouth to mouth whenever the slaughter slackened. The Mexicans were panic-stricken. Of one column of five hundred Mexicans only thirty lived to surrender themselves as prisoners of war.”
“Was such slaughter needful, John?”
“Yes, it was needful, Phyllis. What do you say, father?”
“I say that we who shall reap where others sowed in blood and toil, must not judge the stern, strong hands that labored for us. God knows the kind of men that are needed for the work that is to be done. Peace is pledged in war, and often has the Gospel path been laid o’er fields of battle. San Jacinto will be no barren deed; ‘one death for freedom makes millions free!’”
“Did you lose many men, John?”
“The number of our slain is the miracle. We had seven killed and thirty wounded. It is incredible, I know; and when the report was made to Houston he asked, ‘Is it a dream?’”
“But Houston himself was among the wounded, was he not?”
“At the very beginning of the fight a ball crashed through his ankle, and his horse also received two balls in its chest; but neither man nor horse faltered. I saw the noble animal at the close of the engagement staggering with his master over the heaps of slain. Houston, indeed, had great difficulty in arresting the carnage; far over the prairie the flying foe were followed, and at Vance’s Bridge—to which the Mexicans fled, unaware of its destruction—there was an awful scene. The bayou was choked with men and horses, and the water red as blood.”