Note: Project Gutenberg also has an HTML version of this file which includes the original illustrations. See 51839-h.htm or 51839-h.zip: (http://www.gutenberg.org/files/51839/51839-h/51839-h.htm) or (http://www.gutenberg.org/files/51839/51839-h.zip) Transcriber’s note: Text enclosed by underscores is in italics (_italics_). HISTORIC NACOGDOCHES Nacogdoches by R. B. BLAKE Illustrations by Roy Henderson, Charlotte Baker Montgomery, and Dr. George L. Crocket. This booklet is an enlarged and revised reprint of two earlier booklets, one prepared by Mr. Blake and the Reverend George L. Crocket in 1936 as a part of the Celebration of the Texas Centennial. The second booklet was published in 1939 by the Nacogdoches Historical Society and dedicated to the memory of Dr. Crocket, who, among the other labors of a singularly useful and beneficient life, was an untiring student of the history and traditions of East Texas. Since he was one of the earliest workers in the field, much material which would otherwise have been lost was preserved by Dr. Crocket’s industry and enthusiasm. The demand for information concerning Historic Nacogdoches has been so great that the supply has been exhausted. Many copies have been furnished historians, school children, historical societies and people generally interested in the rich, historical background of this area. This third edition was financed by the Nacogdoches Chamber of Commerce and will be supplied free upon request. Published by Nacogdoches Historical Society and the Nacogdoches Chamber of Commerce _Nacogdoches Speaks_ BY KARLE WILSON BAKER (By permission of the Southwest Press) I was The Gateway. Here they came, and passed, The homespun centaurs with their arms of steel And taut heart-strings: wild wills, who thought to deal Bare-handed with jade Fortune, tracked at last Out of her silken lairs into the vast Of a man’s world. They passed, but still I feel The dint of hoof, the print of booted heel, Like prick of spurs—the shadows that they cast. I do not vaunt their valors, or their crimes: I tell my secrets only to some lover, Some taster of spilled wine and scattered musk. But I have not forgotten; and, sometimes, The things that I remember arise, and hover, A sharper perfume in some April dusk. [Illustration: Travellers and Inn] [Illustration: Indian on Horse] _Nacogdoches The Indian Town_