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 			<p>The battle ground of San Jacinto is a historic spot, very dear to those who make the past reputation of Texas a personal matter. A Texan who does not thrill at the mention of the locality where General Sam Houston and other gentlemen named after the counties of Texas, captured Santa Anna and his portable bar and side arms, is a baseborn slave.</p>
 			<p>A few days ago a <i epub:type="se:name.publication.newspaper">Post</i> reporter who has a friend who is a pilot on the tug boat <i epub:type="se:name.vessel.ship">Hoodoo Jane</i> went down the bayou to the battle ground with the intention of gathering from some of the old inhabitants a few of the stories and legends that are so plentiful concerning the events that occurred on that memorable spot.</p>
 			<p>The <i epub:type="se:name.vessel.ship">Hoodoo Jane</i> let the reporter off at the battle ground, which is on the bank of the bayou, and he wandered about under the thick grove of trees and then out upon the low flat country where the famous battle is said to have raged. Down under a little bunch of elm trees was a little cabin, and the reporter wandered thither in the hope of finding an old inhabitant.</p>
-			<p>A venerable man emerged from the cabin, apparently between 15 and 80 years of age, with long white hair and silvery beard.</p>
+			<p>A venerable man emerged from the cabin, apparently between 75 and 80 years of age, with long white hair and silvery beard.</p>
 			<p>“Come hither, youth,” he said. “Would’st know the legend of this place? Then cross my palm with silver, and I’ll tell it thee.”</p>
 			<p>“Good father,” said the reporter, “Gramercy, and by my halidome, and Got wot, as you love me, ask me not for silver, but even fire away with your old legend.”</p>
 			<p>“Then sit you here,” said the hermit, “and I will tell you the legend of the battle ground of San Jacinto.</p>