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The intense competition between Houston and Harrisburg would decline
after the 1870's when a series of disasters, including fire and
hurricane, devastated the shipping facilites in Harrisburg. Ultimately, the town
of Harrisburg was annexed by the City of Houston in December, 1926.
Although the original seal supposedly was lost and rediscovered by
Margaret Westerman in 1939, the design on the present seal probably dates
from the twentieth century.
Which brings us back to the 1840 seal. What was it like? Did it have a
steamer or a schooner on it? Would that not have been more appropriate
at that time? Boats docked at foot of Main Street would have been a
better image of the prosperity of the city. The City fathers would have
been extemely prescient to have placed a locomotive on the seal in 1840.
Actually, in a flash of whimsy, it might be nice to see a canoe on the
city's seal. The earliest written accounts of Houston tell of the role
played by canoes.
Dilue Rose Harris, in her memoirs recalling the days after the Battle
of San Jacinto in 1836, wrote of the excitement that the proposed new
town of Houston was creating among the people returning to Texas after
the defeat of Santa Anna. In early June, 1836, some of the young men from
the Stafford Point community (now, modern Stafford) rode over to
Buffalo Bayou to check out the new town described in the circulars and
handbills distributed by the Allen brothers.
What they found there became more of a joke than anything else. The
town, which was difficult to locate among the pine woods, "consisted of
one dugout canoe, a bottle gourd of whisky and a surveyor's chain and
compass, and was inhabited by four men with an ordinary camping outfit."
That's where the story takes a ominous turn. To escape the heat and the
swarms of mosquiotes, the men decided to take a swim in the bayou. No
sooner had they all gotten into the water, when the "water was alive
with alligators." Three of the men got out on the south bank of the bayou
from whence they entered, but one exited on the other side. Those on
the south bank got a canoe and rescued him, bringing the separated man
back to the south side.
Not only did the man face death at the jaws of the alligators, but, he
told his rescuers that while he was waiting for them, a large panther
was lurking nearby. The big cat ran off as the canoe approached.
By the end of the nineteenth century, Buffalo Bayou as a major shipping
lane was on the decline. Ocean going vessels exchanged cargo at docks
below the turning basin, and the traffic upstream to Allen's Landing was
primarily that of barges. By the turn of the twentieth century, the
bayou has little or no commercial traffic. It is time to return the bayou
to the canoes.
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