The fall of 1833 found me with my mother's family and...

The fall of 1833 found me with my mother's family and others, camped within the borders of Texas, of which we had just become citizens. Texas was then a wilderness, inhabited by roaming, hostile Indians.

I was a refugee in 1836, fleeing from home before the army of Santa Anna. Of the pioneers who enlisted under the flag of the Lone Star to battle for freedom, I am one of the few now living to testify to former conditions. After seventy years sojourn in my adopted state, I became again a refugee, fleeing from a merciless foe—ill health—to the standard of Christian Science to battle for right against wrong, for truth against error, for God and His demonstrated power.

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