SOWELL, ANDREW JACKSON
- Another account
Andrew Jackson Sowell,
(1815-1883) was the son of John Newton and Rachel
Carpenter Sowell who came to the DeWitt Colony from Tennessee
Missouri in 1829. The Sowells had a home in the inner town of
the corner of St. George and Water St. Lots 1 and 6 of block
6 were owned by Andrew. John Newton Sowell is listed among the
Original 18 Gonzales settlers that took part in the confrontation
and Battle of Gonzales in which Andrew also
participated. Andrew was present at the Battle of Conception
Andrew Jackson Sowell
was a member of the Alamo garrison and a
courier and forager. He and Byrd Lockhart were foraging for beef
as Gonzales when the Alamo was surrounded and due to delays were
to return before the defeat. It is possible that both Andrew
Byrd Lockhart entered the Alamo on 1 Mar 1836 with the Gonzales
Relief Force prior to their subsequent exit on the foraging mission.
Andrew Sowell, David Boyd Kent, John Gaston and Galba Fuqua,
two of which died in the Alamo, were thought to have been close
Sowell family legends suggest that English-born Marcus Sewell
cousin of John Newton Sowell Sr. who was a recent arrival to
just prior to joining the Alamo Relief Force. After the Alamo
Sowell assisted his family in the Runaway Scrape, tried to return
Jacinto,but missed the battle. After Texas independence, Sowell
participated in the Comanche Council House Fight in San Antonio
Battle of Plum Creek in 1840 and the Battle of Salado against
Gen. Woll's forces in 1842.
Andrew Jackson Sowell
was a Texas Ranger and served under Hays,
McCulloch, Mason, Caldwell and Callahan, he participated in the
Mexican War and Civil War with the Confederacy.
In 1842, Andrew married Lucinda Smith Turner and the couple had
children, all born in Seguin, Texas. Both died in their home
12 miles east
of Seguin in 1888 and are thought to be buried in Mofield Cemetery.
State historical markers in honor of Andrew Sowell and brother
John N. Sowell Jr.
are in the San Geronimo Cemetery near Seguin.
Cause of death listed as "dysentery".
From Now You Hear My Horn
Diary of James Wilson Nichols.
Now the life and doings of Andrew J. Sowell
is already out and I shal not say mutch for or against him. One incident
will sufise though he was my step brother, my father haveing married
his mother in 1839. But to the incident. A croud of us was out on
a camp hunt this same fall. We found several bee trees and filled
all of our vessels and had som ten or fifteen gallons more than we
had vessels to hold it, and it was sugested that we kill a deer and
cure the hide to carry the honey home in. As Andrew and myself was
concidered the most succesfull hunters we was to try our luck first,
so we mounted our horses and set out on our mission and we hunted
until late that evening when we ware rideing slowly and I was in front
and discovered an old bucks head and homes over a log. I says, "Be
still. Theres a deers head." It was about one hundred yards away,
and I was about dismounting when Andrew says, "Let me shoot.
Not that I think I am a better shot than you, but my gun is larger
in the bore than yours and is more apt to kill if it hits." I
says, "I believe I can hit his head from here." Andrew says,
"No, dont risk it. I can git to yon tree and then I can hit his
eye." The tree was over half way to the deer. I says, "Try
it." Then he slid of his horse and commenced crawling. The deer
had not discovered us. Andrew went half bent to the tree, and then
peeped first on one side and then on the other, and then lay down
flat on the ground and commenced slideing himself along until I became
almost out of patiance, but after so long a time he arived at a saplin
not over thirty steps from the deer, and he raised his gun by the
side of the saplin and fired.
When the gun fired I, being on horseback, could see the deers head
fall to the ground, but at the nois of the gun another buck with head
and homes jumped to his feete and away he ran with his tail up. I
taken Andrews horse by the bridle and led him up to whare Andrew was.
He was cursing and beating his old gun with his fist and about the
time I got to him he drew his hacknife and commenced to hack his gun
stock to peaces. He beat his gun with his knuckles and hand until
his hand was so swolen next day he could use them with great difficulty.
I says, "Whats the matter. Are you crazy." He says, "No,
but this old gun is. Why, if she had not mad long fire I could have
hit that deers eye." I says, "May be you did." He says,
"Hit. Hell. Dident you see him ran of untouched." I says,
"Well you kilt one anyhow." He says, "Its you thats
crazy. I seed the deer git [up] and run of." I says, "Well,
you kilt one anyhow." He says, "I dide not."
I says, "You did." He says, "I
did'nt for by the Lord, I had taken my gun down when she fired and
I know I missed it ten feete." I says, "You kilt one anyhow."
He says, "You are a fool. Dident I see the deer [git] up and
run of." I saw his nose begin to swell and knew he was gitting
mad. I says, "Andrew, you kilt a deer, and if you will go to
the log you will see." He was so confident that thare was but
one buck, and he saw him git up and run of, that he would not go only
about thirty steps to see. By this time he had quit hacking his gun
and commenced reloading, and wh[en] he finished and steped towards
it his horse I says, "Lets g[o] skin the old buck." He says,
"By the Lord, dont say bu [ck] to me again." I knew then
he was gitting hot so I sayed no more, and he mounted his horse and
galloped of in the direction the well deer had went. I stood gazeing
after him until he was out of sight then led my horse to the log and
examined the old buck. The ball had taken effect in his head and the
brains was oozeing out at the bullet hole. The sun was now nearly
down and I was near two miles from camp, so I lifted him into my saddle
and mounted up behind and set out for camp. On ariveing I found that
Andrew had not yet put in an apearence and I told the story to the
other boys and they laughed harty. As soon as Andrew arived they commenced
to tease him. They would go up to him and look at his swolen fist
and say, "Long fire," then look at the hacks on his gun
and say laughing, "Long fire," until he became fighting
mad. Then they would hush awhile. After that if any of us said, "Long
Fire," we had simpley to git out of Andrews way.