calf crop shipped out to market during the summer and fall of the same year. That meant "some stirrin' about" for the cowboys. Mr. Rachal had a reputation of working his cattle fast and furiously. This was to such an extent that among the Territory boys often when cattle were to be rushed or crowded you would hear, "Rachal 'em boys, Rachal 'em."

A. P. Rachal died in Chicago, and was buried at San Antonio, his home town.

D. C. RACHAL

Darius C. Rachal was born January 23, 1841, at Cloutierville, Natchitoches Parish, Louisiana. His parents were Ciriaque, and Anais Rachal, both lineal descendants of the Acadians who sought asylum in Louisiana and who have been the subjects of song and story for two centuries. At the outbreak of the Civil War Mr. Rachal enlisted in the 5th Texas Infantry, a part of Hood's Brigade. He took part in the "Seven Days' Battle in the Wilderness," was at the "Second Manassas" at "Sharpsburg" in "Lee's Invasion of Pennsylvania" the immortal three days at "Gettysburg," was foremost in the defense of Fredericksburg and was with Hood during the terrific hand-to-hand struggle at "Chickamauga. When the battle flag had been furled and the last musket had been stacked, Mr. Rachal returned to Texas and engaged in the cattle business, living two years in Calhoun county, subsequently he removed to San Patricio county where he resided until his death, August 27, 1918.

From 1875 to 1890 Mr. Rachal was one of the largest cattle-raisers in the State and sent large herds up the trail during this time. He was married to Miss Julia Bryan at Liberty, Texas, and lived at White Point, seven miles across the bay from Corpus Christi the last fifty-two years of his life.

FRANK S. RACHAL

Frank S. Rachal was born at White Point, San Patricio county, Texas, November 29, 1868. He spent his boyhood on the ranch of his father, D. C. Rachal, going as far as Red River with one of his father's herds. He married Miss Anna C. Webster in April, 1891, living in San Patricio county for nine years thereafter. Mr. Rachal now resides at Falfurrias, Texas, where he is engaged in the cattle business.

JOHN REDUS

Mrs. Sallie McLamore Redus

John Redus was born in Athens, Alabama, December 25, 1833, and moved to Mississippi when a boy. He lived there until he was about twenty-two years old, when his

health failed and he got in with a party coming to Texas. His father furnished him with a buggy and negro driver, and on the way he was so sick he had to be helped in and out of the buggy. When they reached Austin, there

was a big crowd from San Antonio to hear General Sam Houston speak, and he met up with some people from his home town, Aberdeen, Mississippi. My father and some others from Mississippi had bought land and settled on Hondo Creek, ten miles west of Castroville, then the county seat of Medina county. I don't know how he ever found us, but he did, and came right out and joined us. This being a stock country, he soon got in with the stock men, and his health improved so rapidly that he decided to stay and go into the stock business. His father sent money with which to buy land and cattle, and he purchased land from the Adams brothers, who had a big ranch on the Hondo, thirteen miles south of us. John Redus was soon joined in his undertaking by his brothers, William and George Redus, and they started business on a small scale. I was the first girl Mr. Redus got acquainted with in Medina county and naturally we had to be sweethearts, and on December 11, 1859, my twentieth birthday, we were married, and the next day we went to our new home as happy as any couple could be, although I knew I did not have a neighbor nearer than four miles. The Indians came in every light moon and stole horses, killed a man occasionally, and were very troublesome, but all went well with us. We were prosperous until the Civil War came on, and all the white men joined the army, and the negroes and I had to go back to my father's place near the German settlements. When the war was over the men came home and we went back to our ranch and began anew. The men had to be out on the range for weeks at a time to round up the stock, which had had but little attention during the period of the war, only our nephew, Tallie Burnett, and the negro boys would go once a week to put out salt and look around. But all hands had to hustle. The Indians were bad for a long time, and we always had to keep guns handy, although luckily we never had to use them. Notwithstanding these troublous times, we prospered.

Mr. Redus would buy more cattle every year and locate more land, and finally he bought the Adams brothers' land when they went west to get larger holdings. About this time the drives to Kansas started. Mr. Redus was one of the first to engage in trail driving and one of the last to stop. He was successful for awhile, but got to speculating, buying remnants of herds wintered in Kansas, and when the great panic of 1873 came on, and so many banks failed, he had to sell for less than he gave, and we went broke. I made one trip with Mr. Redus to Kansas, taking along my baby boy, Robert. I have always regretted that I did not go every year, for I could have gone if I had known it. At that time the railroad came only as far as Luling, and we had to go there by stage from San Antonio. In looking back it seems a long time, and many changes are noticeable, but really I believe we had better times and were happier then than now. Everybody was your friend, and were glad to entertain you. In reading the first volume of the Old Trail Drivers' book I find many familiar names, people I knew personally, and many who did business with my husband, but most of them have passed on, and some, like us, had lost everything they had accumulated. Mr. Redus died July 25, 1895, of the same disease he had left Mississippi to escape-lung trouble. I am now eighty-two years old, am in good health, keep house and do all my work. I have written this by request of my friend, Mr. W. B. Hardeman.

JAMES DAVID FARMER

The subject of this sketch was born in 1858, and received his education at Mansfield College, Mansfield, Texas. He is today one of the interesting characters engaged in commercial activities in Fort Worth, and widely known stockman, politician and promoter of civic progress. His operations in the cattle trade cover a period

of over forty years, during which time he has striven manfully in aiding the cattle industry in a growth from struggling infancy to its present mature prosperity. He engaged in the commission business when he removed to Fort Worth, and organized the Fort Worth Live Stock Commission Co., later organized the Rhome-Farmer Live Stock Commission Co., one of the best known of all the numerous commission companies operating in the great Southwest. He was elected the first Mayor of Fort Worth, serving satisfactorily in that capacity for two full terms. A live wire in all things, he believes in Texas first, last and all the time; is one of those hustlers who believes

JAMES DAVID FARMER

that nothing is too good for his native state; is a solid, substantial man of affairs and has a host of friends throughout the Lone Star State and adjacent states.

A WELL-KNOWN FRONTIER CHARACTER The accompanying photo is a true likeness of the wellknown frontiersman and ranger, William (Big Foot) Wallace, whose remarkable career reads like a romance. He was born in Rockbridge county, Virginia, and came to Texas, in 1836, just a short time after the battle of San Jacinto was fought. He was at the battle of the Salado in 1842, and was also in the Mier Expedition, being one of the lucky ones to a draw a white bean. After returning to Texas he joined Captain Jack Hayes' rangers, and was in many exciting Indian campaigns. He later commanded a ranger company which was organized to protect the settlers on the frontier, and subsequently