![]() ![]() I thought it would be very romantic to live on the peaks amid the whispering pines, but I reckon it would be powerfully uncomfortable also, and I guess my twelve can whisper enough for me and a dandy thing is, I have all the nice snow-water I want a small stream runs right through the center of my land and I am quite near wood.Ī neighbor and his daughter were going to Green River, the county-seat, and said I might go along, so I did, as I could file there as well as at the land office and oh, that trip! I had more fun to the square inch than Mark Twain or Samantha Allen ever provoked. I have a grove of twelve swamp pines on my place, and I am going to build my house there. I waited a long time to even see land in the reserve, and the snow is yet too deep, so I thought that as they have but three months of summer and spring together and as I wanted the land for a ranch anyway, perhaps I had better stay in the valley. Well, I have filed on my land and am now a bloated landowner. ![]() “ Letters of a Woman Homesteader” continued: ![]()
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