Cousin Jim took me to Bridgeport, reached Vinenness at 1 p. m. Missed connections and had to wait until 7 p. m. When I studied about this old French town, I little thought I would ever be stranded there six hours. When 7 p. m. came, I had walked around the town, sat on the bank of the Wabash, read all the love stories in Harpers Magazine, and embroidered a little. Spent the night in Terre Haut, and had another long wait at Green Castle, from 8-30 to 1 p. m. “What cant be cured must be endured.” I tried to wait patiently. There was timber near the depot, and the red wood or red bud was in bloom. I sat there and read and embroidered, so the time did not seem so long.
At LaFayette waited another two hours—and finily reached W. Glad to get back to Red Oak Shelter where I found several letters waiting for me.
Brother Philip wrote his address is Wichita Kans. He had spent the winter in Kans. and Indian Territory. He says he knows nothing about schools, but if I want to come west, I can take up Government Land, and after living on it six months, can prove up on it by paying $1 1/4 an acre for it. He took up a claim some time ago, and if I go—I can stay with him, his house is almost finished. I am only to take heavy strong clothing, and what ever I will want for a bed. The rout is via Quincy— Kansas City, Topeka, Emporia—There a stage runs to Wichita, where he will meet me, or 20 miles to Ninnescaw River, on the old Texas trail. If I decide to go, I shall do so at once. Brother says he would go with me, but his men are plowing with five teams, and another planting corn, so he cant leave now. I wonder what mother will say, when she hears I am going to Kansas.
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