s as he wants to make a thorough
trial, and it doesn't even cost postage. Also one can always get
bulletins from there and from the Experiment Station of one's own State
concerning any problem or as many problems as may come up. I would not,
for anything, allow Mr. Stewart to do anything toward improving my
place, for I want the fun and the experience myself. And I want to be
able to speak from experience when I tell others what they can do.
Theories are very beautiful, but facts are what must be had, and what I
intend to give some time.

Here I am boring you to death with things that cannot interest you!
You'd think I wanted you to homestead, wouldn't you? But I am only
thinking of the troops of tired, worried women, sometimes even cold and
hungry, scared to death of losing their places to work, who could have
plenty to eat, who could have good fires by gathering the wood, and
comfortable homes of their own, if they but had the courage and
determination to get them.

I must stop right now before you get so tired you will not answer. With
much love to you from Jerrine and myself, I am

Yours affectionately,
ELINORE RUPERT STEWART.

XXI

A LETTER OF JERRINE'S

_February 26, 1913._

DEAR MRS. CONEY,--

I think you will excuse my mama for not writing to thank you for black
Beauty when I tell you why. I wanted to thank you myself, and I wanted
to hear it read first so I could very trully thank. Mama always said
horses do not talk, but now she knows they do since she read the Dear
little book. I have known it along time. My own pony told me the story
is very true. Many times I have see men treat horses very badly, but
our Clyde dont, and wont let a workman stay if He hurts stock. I am
very glad.

Mr Edding came past one day with a load of hay. he had too much load to
pull up hill and there was much ice and snow but he think he can make
them go up so he fighted and sweared but they could not get up. Mama
tried to lend him some horse to help but he was angry and was termined
to make his own pull it but at last he had to take off some hay I wish
he may read my Black Beauty.

Our Clyde is still away. We were going to visit Stella. Mama was
driving, the horses raned away. We goed very fast as the wind. I almost
fall out Mama hanged on to the lines. if she let go we may all be kill.
At last she raned them into a fence. they stop and a man ran to help so
we are well but mama hands and arms are stil