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through the winter. I guess they must see hungry times when the ground is covered as it is now. I throw out baked potatoe skins so perhaps they were after them. the little hound likes them, every time they are let loose he comes over here.

Pa has had his supper. he gets stirred up before every meal, but after he begins to eat he seems ravenous. it spoils all eating for me though. it would require a saint to keep from being angry. he is keen on bossing & I am one who no one can bos. you know of old, it raises the worst elements in my make up.

I am going down now with this letter before dark the going is pretty wet but no ice yet.

Ma