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In September '50 my
brother died, was not sick but two or three days. Them days you could not get a
doctor because we lived out in the country. Of course I was always sick and he
was always well. I remember he went in the evening for the cows. The cows run
out on the prairie. There we had no mountains but everyone owned so much woods
and had prairie land. When the prairie gets afire the flame is like waves of
the ocean, only it is so terrible. Well, as I saying, he went for the cows, Of
course I wanted to go with him. He got some wild grapes, and not being ripe he
would not let me have any, for he said it would make me sick as I had the ague.
It was very hot weather. He was taken sick at daylight, cramping, nothing
relieved him. He wanted me to get him water out of the spring and hide it so no
one would see him drink it. He told me not to cry as he was going to die, so I
stood nigh but did not cry then for I thought if father came it would make him
well, as we had been looking for him to come. He died very hard, it was the
first person I had ever seen die. Oh, how lonesome I was. |
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