The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1898-09-10
exicans poured into the Alamo. y

MeXicans poured into the Alamo"
On the morning of the 9Th of March
1895, General Santa Anna prepared to
\ hurl his whole force against the DOOM
| ed fort The duguelo was sounded and
Nine Candellario says that they all
very well understood what it meant,
and every man prepared to sell his
life as dearly as possible.
The soldiers, with blanched cheeks
and a look of fearless firmness, gath
cred in groups at the windows and
| talked in low, serious tones. Colonel
| Crockett and about dozen strong men
| stood with their guns in their hands
behind the sand bags at the front The
cot upon which Colonel Bowie reposed
was in the little room on the north side
within a few feet of the position occu-
pied by Crockett and his mens These
two brave spirits frequently exchanged
few words while waiting for the Mex
leans to begin the battle. Il sat by
Bowie's SIDE" says Nine. -Candellario,
land tried to keep him as composed as
possible. He had high fever and was
seized with a fit of coughing every few
moments. Colonel Crockett loaded
Bowie's rifle and a pair of pistols and
laid them by his side. The Mex
leans ran a battery of several
guns out on the plaza and instantly be-
gan to rain balls against the sandbaSs.
1t was easy to see that they would soon
clear every barricade from the front
door, but Crockett assured Bowie that
he could stop whole regiment from
entering l peeped through the win
dow and saw long lines of infantry
followed by dragons, fling into the
plaza, and 1 notified Colonel Crockett
Of the fact. All right said he. Boys.
aim Well The words had hardly died
on his lips before a storm of bullets
rained against the walls and the very
earth seemed to tremble beneath the
tread of Santa Annals yelling legions.
The Texans made every shot tell, and
the plaza was covered with dead bodies.
The assaulting columns recoiled, and 1
thought we had beaten them, but hosts
of officers could be seen waving their
swords and rallying the hesitating and
broken columns.
THE END OF THE FIGHT.
They charged again, and at one
time, when within a dozen steps of the
door, it looked as if they were about TO
be driven back, so terrible was the fire |
of the Texans. Those Immediately il |
front of the great door were falling |
fast, and they were certainly in the |
act of retiring when a column that had |
come obliquely across the plaza reached |
the southwest corner of the Alamo, |
and, pending their bodies, they ran un- |
der the shelter of the wall to the door.
IT looked as if a hundred bayonets were !
thrust into the door at the same time, |
and a sheet of fame lit up the Alamo. |
Every man at the door fell but Crock
EFT. I could see him struggling with |
the head of the column, and Bowie
raised up and fired his rifle. I saw
Crockett throw up his hands and fall
backwards. The enraged Mexicans
then streamed into the building, firing
and yelling like madmen. The place
was full of smoke. and the death
scream of the dying. mingled with the
eXultant shouts of the victors, made it
L veritable hell. A dozen or more Mex
cans sprang into the roOniA occupied
by Colonel Bowie. He emptied his
pistols in their faces and killed two of
hem. As they lunged towards him
With their muskets l threw myself in
'front.' of them and received two of their
oayonets in my body. One passed
through my left arm and the other
through the flesh of my chin. Here,
senior, are the scars; you can see them
yet. l implored them not to murder a
lick man, but they thrust me out of
he way and murdered my friend be- :
ore my eyes. All was silent now. The
massacre had ended. One hundred and
eventy-six of the bravest men that
he world ever saw had fallen, and not
me had asked for mercy I walked {
ut of the cell, and when I stepped s
Ipon the floor of the Alamo the blood {
an into my shoes" BRAZOS.