At 8 am we reached the Nueces river, the banks of which are very steep, and are bordered with a beautiful belt of live-oak trees, covered with mustang grapes.
On the other side of the Nueces is "Oakville," a miserable settlement, consisting of about twenty wooden huts. We bought some butter there, and caught up Ward's wagons.
The women at Oakville were most anxious to buy snuff. It appears that the Texan females are in the habit of dipping snuff— which means, putting it into their mouths instead of their noses. They rub it against their teeth with a blunted stick.