![]() ![]() ![]() Had a baby sister who went with the angels before she was a year old, so my folks calls her Harriet Jane but on the inside I calls her my Angel Sister. They were gone nearly six weeks, all totaled.Įrnest and Albert is my big brothers, of which I got too youngern’s, Harland and Clover. Then Papa and the big boys, that’s Ernest and Albert and Jimmy Reed, drove a few of them with the MacIntosh’s cattle down to a place called Phoenix and to a place higher up on one end of the valley called Hayden’s Ferry. In 1881 we had stuck out a wet winter and a plum pleasant spring. My favorite is a little roan with a white nose and I call her Rose. We always ran a fine string of horses, as long as I can remember. ![]() When they were young Mama and Papa went the Oregon Trail with their folks, and when they married they came from Oregon and started up a little farm near a road by Cottonwood Springs, in the west end of New Mexico Territory. Its been a sorrowful journey so far and hard and so if we dont get to San Angelo or even as far as Fort Hancock I am saving this little theme in my cigar box for some wandering travelers to find and know whose bones these is. A storm is rolling in, and that always makes me a little sad and wistful so I got it in my head to set to paper all these things that have got us this far on our way through this heathen land. ![]()
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