Mr. N. spent Sunday here. He brought our mail from Wichita, a bundle of papers and letters. There is some talk of having a post office at the crossing. We would get our mail more regularly if they would.
Brother started to W early this morning. Now I hope we can go to the cabin soon. He has been working up on my claim when he felt well enough. Katura gave calico before I left and I am making a dress. My wardroab is rather a slim affair, but it does for this frontier life.
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