I was gittin' tired of this country anyway.

It's so tarnal cold in the winter.

The trees is in constant varder in Texas, an' that's where we'll go." By this time the mob had retreated to their wagons, their courage giving way before the light of day, rather than our resistance; though I could see that the settlers had no desire to get into a row with one of their neighbors: so shouting warnings to the Fewkeses to get out of the country while they could, they drove off, leaving me with the claim-jumpers.

I turned and saw poor Rowena throw herself on the ground and burst into a most frightful fit of hysterical weeping.

She would not allow her father or her brothers to touch her, and when her mother tried to comfort her, she said "Go away, ma.