Abbie B., age 22, Kansas


The day has been warm, the sun will soon set. I am sitting on the wood pile. The view from here is beautiful. In front is the meadow with its tall grass—and a few buffalo wallows, which are filled with sunflowers.

Acrost the river with its fringe of trees—is the Igmire dugout. That is the only sign of civilization in my circle of vision.   Then toward the right, a little back of the river are the sand hills and a clump of cottonwoods.

While farther on are Philips big trees—and the cabin which we cannot see from here. Still farther on are his corn and mellon field. While still farther on is the branch, with scrub trees, which shuts off the view of the North house, where the men batch, and be yond that is another branch and brush, which cuts off their view of Lanes—Springers and Merkels.

“Beautiful for situation” this certainly is.

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