The golden dust of the pine flower
floated round in soft clouds, and sunk gently down to the ground. Was
it not from the flower of the pine the old gods of Olympus extracted
the odorous resin with which they perfumed their nectar? And then,
shortly afterward, they came to the magnificent rolling prairies of
the Colorado, with their bottomless black soil, and their timbered
creeks, and their air full of the clean dainty scent of miles of wild
honeysuckle.
"Now, Richard, drink--drink of the Colorado. It has a charm to lure
you back to Texas, no matter how far away you stray. Soon or later
'the mustang feeling' will seize you, and you'll leave every thing
and come back. Do you see yonder hilly roll, with the belt of timber
at its foot?"
"Yes, I see it."
"On its summit I am going to build a home--a long, low log-house,
spreading out under the live oaks, and draped with honeysuckles.
Phyllis helped me to draw the plan of it when I saw her last. The house
will be built, and the vines planted by the end of this year. Then
she has promised to come. I hope you will be glad, Richard."
"I shall be glad to see her and you happy."
But although the pretty nest was built, and the vines growing
luxuriantly, it was not until the close of 1838, nearly two years and
a half after San Jacinto, that the lovers could venture to begin their
housekeeping.
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