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LETTERS FROM AN OREGON RANCH

high hill. We arrived none too soon, for as we entered the shelter of the porch a deluge descended, and all the evening it has rained steadily and drearily. Ordinarily I don’t much mind it; but just now I long for the old-time biting, nipping cold, for crunching snow, and merry jingling sleigh-bells. Don’t think that I am homesick; I am not, but I’d like to be with you all for the next two weeks, and then fly straight back to my beloved hills of Oregon.

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