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On October 28th, 1887, I Became The Mother Of A Girl Baby, The Very Image Of Its Father, At Least That Is What He Said, But Who Has The Temper Of Its Mother.

Those As Don't Eat, Without Exception, Fail To Survive.

Left The Ranch In 1883, Went To California, Going Through The States And Territories, Reached Ogden The Latter Part Of 1883, And San Francisco In 1884.

We Remained In Texas Leading A Quiet Home Life Until 1889.

We Were Ordered Out To Quell An Uprising Of The Indians, And Were Out For Several Days, Had Numerous Skirmishes During Which Six Of The Soldiers Were Killed And Several Severely Wounded.