WITHOUT ANY BITTER ALKALI
Working at an offer for a half-section of land sold to Mr. a depth of eighteen hundred dollars
They had struck
After five attempts the fire was burning patches of windows and more stones became evident
As the custom
A windmill ended the tedious job of moving our house to the narrow side compounded
By cramped taste
Hauling the dirt up with a windlass water begins to bubble the bottom of the well they let out
A holiday whoop
Later was equipped with lumber to crib in the new well up in the hole quarters and a sense
Of hopelessness
The excursion train plays with how desolate neighbors now seemed so far away
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