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. 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.
- From These is my Words: The Diary of Sarah Agnes Prine 1881 - 1901 Arizona Territories, a novel by Nancy E. Turner
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