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Nancy remarried a McDowell, but shows as awidow in the 1870 census, Parker Co., Texas.Her children are from Frances N. Armaly, op. cit. Frances also sends the following tale, in which Mary is Nancy Washington Barton, and the daughter is Mary. I have noted that in the story:
"Santa Anna's Peak,"by Leona Bruce
"Although Coggin and Parks and others had raised their cattle on Home Creek since the 1850's, probably the first white family living on the creek were the Barton's, who arrived with small children, the year uncertain. Mrs Gay, "Into The Setting Sun,"gave the year 1862,but Pink (from Pinckney)Barton, a son, told late in life that it was 1867 or 1868. However both may be correct, because of the strange conditions of the early years. Living with the Bartons was Dave Brown, a boy whom they had reared, and who later married a Jenkins girl at Trickham.And another member of the household was an old lady, Aunt Vinnie Washington, possibly a relative (ed.: yes, see Melvina Washington), andHen Mayberry, a freed slave, was with them through some of the years, as will be told later on.
They first lived near Camp Creek, plowing and for a small field and probably branding maverick calves as was legal and a wide custom. After the Civil War, the carpetbag governor,E.J. Davis, had his hated State Police who took whatever they wanted without thought of pay, kept the legally elected officers from conducting the county courts, and arrested anyone who resisted, shooting them if they tried to escape.The rumor came to the frontier that every former Confederate soldier was to be shot, and as this included almost every man in that area, several of them decided to reach Mexico to live for awhile, and Barton and his family thought it best to go along.Some had ox-teams, some horses, and some mules.None had camp equipment... (or) maps, and none had ever been where they planned to go.
But they set out, and after a few days the old wheels on the wagons began to show wear and to break, which forced the whole train to stop and wait while the repairs were made. Someone had told them of the waterless distance between the Concho and the Pecos,and filled every vessel, even the iron teakettles with water,but there would be no water for the horses and cattle.
Far out towards the Pecos, a wagon wheel was crushed in going off the ledge on that roadless journey. The men worked frantically but could not get the rim to hold up. The water was gone, the children were crying, the stock weak and gaunt. Three men set out with buckets on horseback, and got back with a little water to find the train on the road but the people were near death. Bailey Barton, then a boy of 8 or 9, told of the terrible plight many years later. He had never forgotton that the tongues of the children were so swollen that they could not swallow a sip of water, but only a sip at a time.All were saved, but when they reached the bluffs of the Pecos some of the stock were lost in a stampedefor the water.
They... reached Mexico, probably near Eagle Pass and found conditions bearable there. The next year Barton and two other men started back to Home Creek to find out if it were safe for them to return.Months passed without news from them:in fact they were never heard from again.
Nancy (the author calls her Mary)Barton made a brave decision, "I'm going back to Home Creek!" she told the others."I know my husband would be back by now, if he had lived.I'm bound to have some cattle there. My cabin is there, and I'm going to take my children and go back ".
All the others decided to come back with her. They started with four wagons, but by the time they reached the Concho three of the worn out vehicles had to be abandoned, and all crowded into Nancy's (ed.: author saysMary's)wagon, hoping they would not meet up with any Indians.
Back on thecreek they called home, they found the cabins standing, and among the wild cattle were some in their own brands.Farther up the creek were LemBarton, Nancy's (ed.: author saysMary's) brother-in-law and the Mayberry'swhose daughter, LemBarton's first wife,had been mutilated by Indians in Parker County in 1862.
Nancy (Mary) Barton, had courage enough to begin again. The little field was plowed and corn was planted, some wild hogs were butchered and salted down, and coming to help them in 1868 or 1869 was Hen Mayberry,whom we have mentioned.
The Bartons probably would not have been able to stay on Home if Hen had not been with them.A middle-aged man whohad lived all his life on the frontier, he forsaw many dangers and saved them from others.Bailey, as an old man, told when he and Pink, in their early teens , rode to the Feavish place to visit, while Hen went to Trickham for the mail.But the boys soon saw Hen coming, his horse in a dead run,with several Indians chasing him.They whipped up their horses, and Hen, a better rider than all yelled and shouted to let the Feavish family know they were coming. The Feavish family saw the situation and came out with guns which stopped the Indians and turned them back.
Hen taught them always to keep at least one saddle-horse hobbled, in case of Indian attack, which occurred often. One day the two boys went to get the hobbled horse, not far from the house, when there came running another of their horses with a rawhide rope around it's neck,just gotton loose from the Indians. The boysran into acedar-brake and hid themselves,the Indians came and got both horses without seeing Pink and Bailey.
Hen tried to provide food for them all to eat. Besides farming the little field and getting fish from the creek, he would take a wagon and his trained cow-dogs and camp alone over on Hay creek.At daybreak, he would turn the dogs loose, when they would track down and bay some of the wild hogs which were plentiful there. When he had killed, cut up, and salted several, Hen would go back to the cabins with good fresh meat.
Hen had been given to Lem Barton's wife as her dowery, had cared for the Barton children after their mother's murder, and later tended a baby boy of Earle Y. Brown....
Pink and Bailey were big boys when their mother decided to move farther up the creek. Most of the land was free., and she pre-empted some and bought some more, near the crossing later named Idlewild. Nancy ( Mary) Barton died in her middle-age and is buried in Trickham. The daughter married a man named Bailey,who did not live many years, and Pink and Bailey took her and her four children back home to live.
They all lived to a very advanced age, the brothers with keen memories of the Indian fight,United States Cavalry on the Military road, the trip to Mexico, and the Texas Rangers who camped near their cabins.Hen Mayberry, who was much the oldest,lived to be one hundred and five yrs of age, dying in 1920, and was buried on the ranch as he wished, his grave with a granite marker under the branches of an old oak tree near the ranch house."
About this tale, Frances Armaly, Mary Barton's-- Nancy's daughter-- descendant, says:
"...Mary is the daughter, not the mother, who was Nancy. (I agree). Manelos did die in Mexico, and was wrapped in swaddling cloth, and brought home to Home Creek to be buried.These are only my thoughts, and my mother's, and sisters'."
I agree with Frances. I think the author confused Nancy with Mary.Nancy Washington Barton was the mother on the Pecos and with her were her children, including daughter Mary Barton.
Frances sent me this letter from the web at http://members.aol.com/sinelson/mcdowell.html
Written by Nancy Ann WASHINGTON BARTON MCDOWELL, widow of John Lewis McDOWELL. Lewis
McDOWELL is buried in the Cox cemetery about 22 miles north of Brady, Texas.
State of Texas May the 15th 1868
Mr. James Dikes
Williamson county Texas
Dear Son & Daughter it is with a trimbling & aching heart that I seat my self this morning to drop you a few lines Dear children it greaves me to tell you that your kind father is ded he died last Monday well I say died he was killed me & him went up on Murkewater last Friday on a visit So our friends said lets all go down and take a dram So they went down to the Grocery but it was a long time before they could get him drink & then he wouldn't drink with no one but Ben Barton he said he was all the friend he had So he drank one dram after another till he got so drunk that he didn't know any thing at all well we was at Bartons & he was drink all night Sunday & on monday morning I seen he was goodeal better So he started back to the Grocery I told him to not go there to stay & drink some good strong coffee that making for him & then by twelve o clock we could start Home but he said no I will drink coffee when I come back So on he went but alas he never come back again for as he walked out of the grocery there was a dutchman standing at the corner of the house & he ran against your Pa & kicked him down & he was on his nees trying to get up when old edmonson ran to the door & shot him in the back This was done at close of day edmonson left that night wee dont know where he went but the people is after him & I hope they will get him & stretch him to the first lim they come too he spoke three times & said poor little orphans children was every word he said he was burried by the side of your mother.
Well James we are all well excepting one of the boys has a fever Sarah & the children is well they want to to see you very bad James come as soon as you can & bring us some bread stuff if you can for we are about out & there is none in the country hardly Sarah say she wants you & Lizzy to come out here soon as you can & see us all & be shure & fetch some bread stuff with you come soon as you get this So I will come to a close by saying come soon & fail not.
From your Mother
Yours trulyNancy Mcdowel
To James Dikes
I assume the children are the children of McDowell by an earlier marriage. Nancy Ann was a widow of Barton by about 1865 and must have married McDowell in the months before he was shot. Frances says that after McDowell's death she went back to the name of Barton.
She and M. O. Barton are listed together in the 1850 Rusk District census, taken 23 Nov. 1850, just below the Darling Washingtons.