February 26, 1836—Friday
Yesterday was warm, but it fell cold overnight. Travis sent a small party of men out to look for firewood, but they had no luck—a Mexican patrol spotted them and drove them back inside the walls.
Travis believes we’ll have to hold out for a while, too. He ordered the cannon to stop trading shot-for-shot with the Mexicans to save our powder until needed.
Travis also ordered all sentries to stay at their posts—we are short-handed. Some of the men are so tired they doze off while on watch, but it can’t be helped … with Santa Anna outside the gate, there isn’t any off duty. The wind makes it hard to hear—if only it would stop.