She had endured incessant bone-chilling rains and crude camps made by the trailside. She had slept on wet, rocky ground beneath Obedience's wagon and eaten the meager trail fare prepared hastily over sputtering fires. The fatigue and nausea that had plagued her since leaving New Orleans refused to abate. Along the trail they encountered a trickle of emigrants who had heard rumors about a Mexican invasion in the west and had decided to flee east to safety. Just south of Gonzales, they encountered a sprawling, unruly army camp, consisting of nearly four hundred men and a motley assortment of wives, children, and other civilians. They looked ragged, ill-fed, and poorly disciplined. “This is the army that's going to defend Texas?” Deborah asked incredulously. “Uniforms don't always make fer th' fightenest soldiers,” was all Obedience replied. In an attempt to cheer Deborah when they arrived in Gonzales, Obedience said, “Hot vittles'll shore taste fine after weevily hardtack.
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