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Conger Reynolds correspondence, June 1918

1918-06-01 Daphne Reynolds to Conger Reynolds Page 11

of the hurt. I was with Chiltons and we drove up to the White Earth Reservation and were visiting a girl who was about to be a Chilton.  It was my first visit, and I could scarcely wait to get away from every one and go out in the swamp.  When I started Ed followed me because it was night and it isn't good to go alone sometimes, and his sister immediately invited the whole gang to go because it was her way.  I was furious, and forbad Ed to even walk with me and gradually I hung back and lost the others.  When they crossed the bog Ed yelled for me, supposing I was with the girls and Roz said, "Oh, she's probably back there in the dark somewhere, with her arms around some tree."  That's exactly where I was, and I was having the most wonderful conversation with the big Norway.  It was so tall and so far above me, and honey, the wind in the pines! Ooh!  Do you know right then the shivers came out all over me. That's how I love pines, but I can never think of a Norway without haring that mean old

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of the hurt. I was with Chiltons and we drove up to the White Earth Reservation and were visiting a girl who was about to be a Chilton. It was my first visit, and I could scarcely wait to get away from every one and go out in the swamp. When I started Ed followed me because it was night and it isn't good to go alone sometimes, and his sister immediately invited the whole gang to go because it was her way. I was furious, and forbad Ed to even walk with me and gradually I hung back and lost the others. When they crossed the bog Ed yelled for me, supposing I was with the girls and Roz said, "Oh, she's probably back there in the dark somewhere, with her arms around some tree." That's exactly where I was, and I was having the most wonderful conversation with the big Norway. It was so tall and so far above me, and honey, the wind in the pines! Ooh! Do you know right then the shivers came out all over me. That's how I love pines, but I can never think of a Norway without haring that mean old