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#0051: Willa Cather to Helen Hiller Seibel, August 20, 1898

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B. JOHNSON, Propr.
HOLDREGE, NEB. August 20 1898 My Dear Mrs Seibel1;

I am glad to report my brother3 much better4. He and I are now en route for a ten days' shooting trip out in the Black Hills. From there we go on through Dakota5 into Wyoming6, to Cheyenne7 and Laramie8. We are just simply getting all the fun that can possibly be got out of each day as it passes. I eat, drink and am merry for9 in October I return to Pittsburgh10 and the Leader11 Office12. We will push into the big game country and in the handling of the gun I expect to joyfully forget the usage of the pen.

My younger brother13, who is not eighteen has just received an excellent appointment as cashier of the Cheyenne branch of the B. & M. railroad. The position pays $65 a month and is one of no inconsiderable trust and importance, and considering the lads age we all feel very much pleased. All the little folks14 at home15 THE HAMPTON
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HOLDREGE, NEB. _____ 1898 are well and we have been having parties without end amen16. There is not very much to tell you about myself; happiness, you know, has no history17. A girl is an idiot to live away from her family—that goes without saying. But it seems to be my duty for ten months of the year just now. I begin to almost feel that I have a share in your family now, though, and that helps me out very much and very often.

Tell Mr. Seibel18 I never read a newspaper now, never look at them: I defy them! Just at present we are [illegible] stuck in an awful little town2 in the sand hills, but the west bound train will arrive in an hour. While searching for reading matter in a cigar store we found a paper back with the following title "Maid, Wife, or Widow! Or the Cloister and the Hearth:"19 by Charles Read20. I had a good notion to send it to you. Goodbye, my brother says the town is burning down and we have a golden opportunity to play Nero21.

Hastily Willa Cather