They have blinked the question. They have not actually rejected the loan, but have not confirmed it, as the contract required they should do. And it is, in no point of view, obligatory on the lenders to pay up the balance. Three days ago there was a decided hostility to the loan, and had the question been taken before the fall of the Alamo was known, it would have been rejected. I am warranted in this conclusion by what was told me by some members, and others who had opportunities of knowing, both before that event was known, and since the adjournment.
Soon after the passage of the resolution on the loan, the Convention adjourned Sine die, without any vote of thanks to the President. One member wittily said he thought the friends of the President ought to give him a vote of thanks for his partiality.
The members are now dispersing in all directions, with haste and in confusion. A general panic seems to have seized them. Their families are exposed and defenseless, and hundreds are moving off to the east. A constant stream of women and children, and some men, with wagons, carts and pack mules, are rushing across the Brazos night and day. The families of this place, and storekeepers, are packing up and moving. I had sent some clothes to be washed by a woman who occupied a shed at the end of the town. I went this morning to get them, and found the place deserted. The pots, pans, crockeryware, etc., and some bedding, were left, and only the articles more easily moved were taken. But in their haste and panic they had not forgot to be honest. My clothes were washed and neatly tied up, and placed in an adjoining office, whence I got them. The name of this worthy family was Blair; where they had gone I could not learn.
The new executive have determined to go to Harrisburg, on the Buffalo Bayou, as a place of more safety than this, and of easy communication with the seaboard, New Orleans, etc.
My Mexican friends are packing up, with the intention of crossing the Brazos tonight. Zavala has politely invited me to his house, which I shall accept.
I crossed the ferry after dinner, expecting to reach Groce's, where Triplett and Dr. Neblett had gone, but waiting too long at the river for company, I found it impracticable. Mr. Menard and Mr. Hardin, two members of the Convention, coming across, I joined them, and went as far as the edge of the prairie, four miles across the Brazos bottoms, to the house of a Mr. Whiteside. The establishment consisted of a log house of one room, and two or three little outhouses. The houses and grounds around were fully occupied by a number of families, moving from the other side of the Brazos, who had encamped, or rather bivouaced, here. Among them was the wife of the late Lieutenant Governor Robinson, who made loud complaints against Col. Parmer, who had pressed