I set out at once for the log-cabin home, whistling as I walked, and the first to welcome me was my old dog Turk, who came tearing toward me and almost knocked me down in his eagerness.

I am sure my mother and sisters were mighty glad to see me.

They had feared that I might never return.
My next journey over the Plains was begun under what, to me, were very exciting circumstances.

I spent the winter of '57-'58 at school.

My mother was anxious about my education.