for no other reason than that he was too sick and weak to
keep up. He had made a bargain with one of the guard to ride his mule a
short distance, for which he was to pay him his only shirt! While in the
act of taking it off, Salazar (the commanding officer) ordered a soldier
to shoot him. The first ball only wounded the wretched man, but the
second killed him instantly, and he fell with his shirt still about his
face. Golpin was a citizen of the United States, and reached Texas a
short time before the expedition. He was a harmless, inoffensive man, of
most delicate constitution, and, during a greater part of the time we
were upon the road, was obliged to ride in one of the waggons."

This story is, of course, very pathetic; but here we have a few lines
taken from the _Bee_, a New Orleans newspaper:--

"_January_, 1840. HORRIBLE MURDER!--Yesterday, at the plantation of
William Reynolds, was committed one of those acts which revolt human
nature. Henry Golpin, the overseer, a Creole, and strongly suspected of
being a quadroone, had for some time acted improperly towards Mrs.
Reynolds and daughters. A few days ago, a letter from W.R. was received
from St. Louis, stating that he would return home at the latter end of
the week; and Golpin, fearing that the ladies would complain of his
conduct and have him turned out, poisoned them with the juice of some
berries poured into their coffee. Death was almost instantaneous. A
pretty mulatto girl of sixteen, an attendant and _protegee_ of the young
ladies, entering the room where the corpses were already stiff, found
the miscreant busy in taking off their jewels and breaking up some
recesses, where he knew that there were a few thousand dollars, In
specie and paper, the produce of a recent sale of negroes. At first, he
tried to coax the girl, offering to run away and marry her, but she
repulsed him with indignation, and, forcing herself off his hold, she
ran away to call for help. Snatching suddenly a rifle, he opened a
window, and as the honest girl ran across the square towards the
negroes' huts, she fell quite dead, with a ball passing across her
temples. The Governor and police of the first and second municipalities
offer one thousand dollars reward for the apprehension of the miserable
assassin, who, of course, has absconded."

This is the "_harmless and inoffensive man of delicate constitution, a
citizen of the United States,_" which Mr. Kendal would give us as a
martyr of