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Mon Jun 1 19:27:15 2009 (noon chores)

June 1, 2009

Our cattle, hides, and
I was. It was then believed that at
no time had the previous autumn
crowded in and around
snow peaks. I did not wish to make that
deferential bow, she finished
her sentence, and provisions to
leave the place I was. Was
it that way. A slight quivering of
the house. The rest of the child
of the soil around the
cabins near the ranch,
where we could often see it.
Women hurried through noon chores
to meet him part way down the settlements.

Texts:
Eliza Poor Donner Houghton, The Expedition of the Donner Party and its Tragic Fate

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