You Can All Go To Hell. I’m

I Would Rather Be Beaten And Be A Man Than To Be Elected And Be A Little Puppy Dog. I Have Always Supported Measures And Principles And Not Men. I Have Acted Fearless[ly] And Independent And I Never Will Regret My Course. I Would Rather Be Politically Buried Than To Be Hypocritically Immortalized.

I Must Say As To What I Have Seen Of Texas It Is The Garden Spot Of The World. The Best Land And The Best Prospects For Health I Ever Saw, And I Do Believe It Is A Fortune To Any Man To Come Here. There Is A World Of Country Here To Settle.

I Know Nothing, By Experience, Of Party Discipline. I Would Rather Be A Raccoon-dog, And Belong To A Negro In The Forest, Than To Belong To Any Party, Further Than To Do Justice To All, And To Promote The Interests Of My Country. The Time Will And Must Come, When Honesty Will Receive Its Reward, And When The People Of This Nation Will Be Brought To A Sense Of Their Duty, And Will Pause And Reflect How Much It Cost Us To Redeem Ourselves From The Government Of One Man.

You Can All Go To Hell. I’m Going To Texas.

A Bulger Of A Place It Is. The Number Of The Ships Beat Me All Hollow, And Looked For All The World Like A Big Clearing In The West, With The Dead Trees All Standing.