In Galveston, Texas, David Crandall observed a sandbar with "tents and a few shanties and the population consisted of Mexican prisoners taken at the Battle of San Jacinto" overseen by "vagabonds in Texas uniform ... who divided their time between drinking bad whiskey, playing poker and tormenting their Mexican prisoners." (Well, at least the Mexican prisoners were still alive, which was not an option for the Texan defenders of the Alamo earlier in the year.)
Across from an old Spanish village at the head of Galveston Bay, Crandall saw a wide sandy beach "literally covered with water fowl." He borrowed a a dugout canoe to go on a "shooting excursion" but didn't have much luck.
Intending to crawl under a nearby log to "get one fair shot," he approached slowly to avoid alarming the game. However, "the log became alarmed and while I was yet thirty steps away, it started for the water at top speed. ... What I had supposed to be a log proved to be a huge alligator."
--Cootgator
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