Whenever Wilkinson found himself in rather a deeper bog than usual, he
used to justify himself by saying that he could not explain such or such
a charge because "the papers referring to it were lost when _Mr. Nolan_
was imprisoned in Texas." Finding this mythical character in the
mythical legends of a mythical time, I took the liberty to give him a
cousin, rather more mythical, whose adventures should be on the seas. I
had the impression that Wilkinson's friend was named Stephen,--and as
such I spoke of him in the early editions of this story. But long after
this was printed, I found that the New Orleans paper was right in saying
that the Texan hero was named Philip Nolan.

If I had forgotten him and his name, I can only say that Mr. Jefferson,
who did not forget him, abandoned him and his,--when the Spanish
Government murdered him and imprisoned his associates for life. I have
done my best to repair my fault, and to recall to memory a brave man, by
telling the story of his fate, in a book called "Philip Nolan's
Friends." To the historical statements in that book the reader is
referred. That the Texan Philip Nolan played an important, though
forgotten, part in our national history, the reader will
understand,--when I say that the terror of the Spanish Government,
excited by his adventures, governed all their policy regarding Texas and
Louisiana also, till the last territory was no longer their own.

If any reader considers the invention of a cousin too great a liberty to
take in fiction, I venture to remind him that "'Tis sixty years since";
and that I should have the highest authority in literature even for much
greater liberties taken with annals so far removed from our time.

A Boston paper, in noticing the story of "My Double," contained in
another part of this collection, said it was highly _improbable_. I have