Lamy of Santa Fe. Paul Horgan

road. The mules now running wild—they were broncos, after all—dragged the waggon on a reckless career. Lamy thought he was sure to be overturned. Seeing a sandy patch by the road, he jumped for it, and on hitting the ground, wrenched his leg so seriously that he couldn’t move. Someone came along and found him, and he was carried to his quarters in the city.

      The accident, aside from being a general nuisance, had direct results. One was that a quartermaster caravan for El Paso, with which Lamy had expected to set out in February with Machebeuf, left without them, for Lamy could not yet travel. They must wait for the next train. The other was that, as he could not go to Santa Fe, so he could not go to Europe. Odin received word of this setback and wrote to Blanc from Galveston on 17 February, “Monseigneur Lamy will start for Santa Fe at the beginning or the middle of March … I write in haste.”

      But a departure in March was also impossible, for reports from the plains told of how meagre the grass was. The Army must wait for more fodder before setting out across a country where even in the best of seasons grazing was sparse.

      During the delay Lamy wrote an important letter—one difficult to write since he knew so little of the state of affairs in Santa Fe and in Durango. Yet courtesy required him to inform Bishop Zubiría of Durango that he had been appointed by Rome to preside as vicar apostolic over New Mexico; and that he would in due course assume his duties in what had been, until now, Zubiría’s northern province. He also stated that he would soon go to Rome “to practice consualia”—the traditional visit to the Holy See in the course of which his new estate and assignment would naturally be recognized. As he wrote on 10 April 1851, and since he would be departing from San Antonio for Santa Fe in May, an answer, considering the state of the mails in northern Mexico, might not come before he should leave Texas.

      There was a sense of well-being during the delay at San Antonio. Lamy and Machebeuf studied their Spanish together, and rehearsed it among the Mexican population. The parish priest—there was only one, himself a Mexican—was “very kind” to them, and gave his “hospitality with the greatest cheerfulness.” The congregation of San Antonio was the largest in Texas. It had a new convent. Bishop Odin owned a large building which he rented to the government for use as a barracks, at $1800 a year. Lamy heard that Odin was later to make a college of it. Though there was an occasional day of cold wind, Lamy found the weather generally delightful, and said that “the boundless prairies of Texas are a beautiful sight, and the rivers and springs are also admirable. We have two rivers which run through San Antonio, one of which gives its name to the place, the other called San Pedro.” He thought that below the point of their confluence, the river which they made together—the San Antonio—would be navigable.

      Texas was recovering from the 1846 war which had destroyed the local commerce until the population had begun to increase through the arrival of colonists from the East. Odin had built eighteen little churches or chapels since his arrival at Galveston in 1840, but for the forty thousand scattered faithful of the following decade they hardly sufficed. When overland gold-seekers began to hurry westward across Texas after 1849, the state’s population grew again, until in 1851 a hundred and twenty thousand new settlers arrived each year. The new communities and Army posts lacked spiritual administration, and Machebeuf, like Lamy before him, took up some of the waiting time at San Antonio by going out in April and early May to remote little stations along the Rio Grande.

      By May, Lamy was recovered well enough to complete his plans to join the Army caravan which was to leave for El Paso and the upper Rio Grande at the middle of the month. General Harney figured large in his arrangements, for the department commander granted the bishop and all his party the assimilated rank of officers, which carried with it the issue of rations. Since his shipwreck Lamy was travelling light, but Machebeuf had come with all his possessions intact. These included three great chests in addition to smaller pieces of luggage. He had arranged for the transport of all of them, but at the last minute, the quartermaster captain refused to take along the three large chests in government waggons. (Lamy’s own waggon was full as it was, and he and Machebeuf went by horse when the time came.) Machebeuf could only hope that his important pieces would follow him by the next waggon train.

      On 13 May, Odin wrote to Blanc, “I don’t know whether Mon-seigneur Lamy has left San Antonio. He was still there some days ago. I believe that the caravan is almost ready, and that he won’t hesitate to take to the road …” It was a report which the bishop of Galveston made “despite great reluctance.”

      In fact, it was only a matter of a few days until the long train of two hundred waggons, each pulled by six mules, accompanied by twenty-five other non-military waggons, including Lamy’s, equipped with provisions of all sorts to last six or eight weeks, and escorted by a company of dragoons, set out from the dusty streets of San Antonio for the plains west. The soldiers wore newly prescribed uniforms: single-breasted frock coats; tall hats with chin-strap, orange pompoms, and level black leather visors; trousers of sky-blue kersey, “made loose and to spread well over the boots.” The troopers were forbidden “under any pretense whatever” to wear mustaches. The pace of the train was set by that of the slowest animals in the traces. They had six hundred miles to go through Comanche territory before reaching El Paso. The journey was the first lesson for Lamy and Machebeuf in the character of the country of the rest of their lives.

      vi.

       To the Rio Grande

      THEY LEFT THE VERDANT, stream-sweetened country of San Antonio to go along the arid military trail which led due westward for the first two hundred miles. The black earth supported mesquite and low trees with mistletoe. On a middle-distance ridge, small clumps in silhouette might either be trees or something else; and if they moved suddenly, and vanished in the low rolls coming toward the train, it was a signal to go on guard, for they might be Indians, however unlikely an attack against such a great caravan. The waggons crossed many dry creeks with white pebble bottoms, and the black earth gave way to plains the color of dried animal dung. The scrub trees showed black winter twigs. Only distance forgave the harshness of the land. Strong winds arose at times, carrying the plains dust, and dried the skin, the inside of the mouth, pressed against the vision, made time seem endless.

      The trail presently turned northwest to a great speckled land of rolling flat plains. Every waggon carried a water barrel; a stream bed with flowing water was a rarity. But there were some, and at such places, they caught fish, often with their bare hands, a sporting delight, to be followed by a feast. Where there was great scarcity of water, wrote Lamy, “we generally travelled at night.” The weather for the most part was fine, with “some days rather too warm, but the nights were delightful.” And then they would sleep in the open air, using their saddles for pillows, under the stars—”sous la belle étoile” in the phrase which Lamy and Machebeuf used often, then and for years after. At first Lamy felt stiff from sleeping on a blanket over the rough ground, but when he got used to it, he said, “I never enjoyed my rest better.” He was briefly ill with a mild cholera, like many others of the party who had drunk impure water along the way; but Machebeuf “never had the least indisposition.” In any case, one or the other said Mass every day in the tent which General Harney had provided for them, and which they rarely used for any other purpose. They were under “many obligations to the officers,” who were “invariably kind.” They enjoyed the officers’ mess, where they had fresh beef three times a week, and milk every day, and their own waggoner was at times able to offer them venison, rabbit, duck, and partridge. The country, as a scientific observer saw in 1849, was “exceedingly rich in reptiles.” The most famous of these was the great diamond-back rattlesnake (genus Crotalus terrificus terrificus). Another creature less dangerous, but one which the Mexican muleteers seemed to dread particularly was the vinagrón (Telephonis giganteus), a large black scorpion which when squashed gave off the penetrating odor of acetic acid.

      After more than a month’s slow travel to the northwest, the cara-vaners saw far off a great range of mountains. Clearly at last they saw fifty miles to the north the Guadalupe Range with its highest point, Signal Peak, at its eastern end. It was on the crest of this peak that the Comanches built their signal fires on their autumnal strikes across the Rio Grande to steal Mexican horses, and it was that range which Indians used as