“The wind was shrieking, howling, and roaring.” (Elinore Rupert, Part 6)

image credit: homesteader.org September 1, 1910Dear Mrs. Coney,—It was just a few days after the birthday party and Mrs. O’Shaughnessy was with me again. We were down at the barn looking at some new pigs, when we heard the big corral gates swing shut, so we hastened out to see who it could be so late in the day. It was Zebbie. He had come on the stage to Burnt Fork and the driver had brought him on here…. There was so much to tell, and he whispered he had something to tell me privately, but that he was too tired then; so after supper I hustled him off to bed…. Zebulon Pike Parker shares his story from home, then a frightening storm is followed by a beautiful sunrise. The letters of Elinore Rupert are in the Public Domain.