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"
Need
I
tell
you
that
I
took
that
hand
?
Or
how
heartily
I
pressed
it
?
I
knew
it
to
be
a
true
one
;
more
than
that
,
I
had
a
hope
it
might
one
day
be
the
hand
of
a
brother
.
"
It
was
the
last
time
,
but
one
,
I
ever
grasped
it
alive
.
The
last
was
shortly
after
--
when
we
bade
each
other
good
night
,
and
parted
upon
the
path
.
I
had
no
thought
it
was
to
be
for
ever
.
"
Gentlemen
of
the
jury
!
you
do
not
wish
me
to
take
up
your
time
with
the
conversation
that
occurred
between
us
?
It
was
upon
matters
that
have
nothing
to
do
with
this
trial
.
"
We
rode
together
for
a
short
distance
;
and
then
drew
up
under
the
shadow
of
a
tree
.
"
Cigars
were
exchanged
,
and
smoked
;
and
there
was
another
exchange
--
the
more
closely
to
cement
the
good
understanding
established
between
us
.
It
consisted
of
our
hats
and
cloaks
.
"
It
was
a
whim
of
the
moment
suggested
by
myself
--
from
a
fashion
I
had
been
accustomed
to
among
the
Comanches
.
I
gave
Henry
Poindexter
my
Mexican
sombrero
and
striped
blanket
--
taking
his
cloth
cloak
and
Panama
hat
.
"
We
then
parted
--
he
riding
away
,
myself
remaining
.
"
I
can
give
no
reason
why
I
stayed
upon
the
spot
;
unless
that
I
liked
it
,
from
being
the
scene
of
our
reconciliation
--
by
me
so
little
looked
for
and
so
much
desired
.
"
I
no
longer
cared
for
going
on
to
the
Alamo
that
night
.
I
was
happy
enough
to
stay
under
the
tree
;
and
,
dismounting
,
I
staked
out
my
horse
;
wrapped
myself
up
in
the
cloak
;
and
with
the
hat
upon
my
head
,
lay
down
upon
the
grass
.
"
In
three
seconds
I
was
asleep
.
