B. M. Bower

“ Reid pulled himself together, ashamed of his weakness; it was not his way to whine, but the last week or two had been full of nerve-strain, and he was beginning to feel the effects of it.
He looked at Skookum, hesitated, and then spoke to the man-wisdom of this strange, unchildlike child.
“It will, Skookum. A man can’t see much of a girl like her without getting to care a lot what she thinks about him. And she cares for Burns, you see, and——”
“I ain't so dead sure about that,” put in Skookum sagely. ”

“ I hate to be looking at a man’s teeth all the time and he don’t ever cover his up not even when he’s engaged in punishing the english languadge. It’s pretty tough. Whenever a man shows up on the trail riding horseback Lorrie gets down the feild glasses and sizes him up. ”

“ Is it lower than a snak in a forty foot well to chew the rag with a lady when she like to snaps your head off? I guess its because you are going away. I have changed my mind about Burns. I don’t believe she cared much for Burns. She don’t show much feeling about him getting killed like that. I’m dissapointed in Lorrie. I thought she had more feeling. Please write soon or come and see me. I want to talk to somebody besides the sweed and I can’t talk to Lorrie and Gusta is stuck on the sweed and won’t talk to any body but him. Its pretty tough for
yours truley, Skookum. ”