22d March. — Anchored at Havana at 6.15 A.M., where I fell in with my old friend, H.M.’s frigate Immortalité. Captain Hancock not only volunteered to take me as his guest to Matamoros, but also to take a Texan merchant, whose acquaintance I had made in the Atrato. This gentleman’s name is McCarthy. He is of Irish birth—an excellent fellow, and a good companion; and when he understood my wish to see the “South,” he had most good naturedly volunteered to pilot me over part of the Texan deserts. I owe much to Captain Hancock’s kindness.
Three Months in the Southern States–Lieut. Col. Fremantle, Coldstream Guards.
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