||February 12, 1836
Along the way, we met a howling blizzard! Men and horses tumbled about in the drifting snow. We lost oxen!
What will happen after the blizzard to these travelers?
We had not anticipated this. The men had no tents. They huddled against each other to stay alive. My friends and I huddled into a small ball to keep warm.
We reached the Rio Grande which is the boundary between Texas and Mexico.