Scarcely two months
after the fall of the Alamo,
Santa
Anna
was a prisoner in the hands of General
Houston.
The
last Mexican had been driven from Texas soil,
and
Texas
was free.
Peace like the
gentle dew from heaven, settled down
upon
the country. No longer was heard the tramp
of
marching men; no longer the sound
of of hurrying feet, fly-
ing
from a foe that knew no mercy; no longer the
angry
cannon's roar boomed over the
prairies; no longer the
battle shout affrighted peaceful
vales. Once more de-
serted homes were filled with
life and light. Once more
the
plough and sickle brought abundant harvest.
Hap-
piness returned to the hearts of
the people. But their
troubles were not yet
over.
On his promise not
to fight Texas any more
Santa
Anna was set free. In a few years he became
em-
peror
of Mexico. He now forgot his promise and sent
an
army
of twelve hundred men under General Woll to
take
San
Antonio.
Early one Sunday
morning in 1842 the people were
startled from their beds by the
roar of cannon. They
