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like a little orphan and he guessed he'd spoiled you because you lost your mother when you were not quite two years old. And you had been thrown here and there. I respect that mother who told me right from wrong to this day. God Bless Her.
Well I'll tell you next about my second to oldest sister of whom I never saw till I was fifteen years old. When my father and mother were still living in Minnesota, my sister Laura ran away on July 4th, and got married and then after fifteen years, they decided to come South. So they came by covered wagon with two horses and six children. She had ten children altogether, that is by both husbands. She was married the second time to Asa Downs after her first husband died and had a 12 lb. girl, but she was dead three days before she was born. Laura's first husband's name was George Farrington. They lost a little girl two years old and one that never came to full time and shortly before they came South, she had typhoid fever and lost a baby boy. So she was at the point of death, two doctors had given her up, they told her husband there was nothing more could be done. So she had been begging George to come South as she told him she was sick to see her people, especially her mother. So when they couldn't get her to eat or even try to get well, George got right down over her and begged her to try to live and he told her if she'd try to eat and get well, as soon as she was able to travel, he'd bring her to her people. She was so weak that they had to feed her a tiny bit at a time but she kept trying to eat so eventually she begun to get a little stronger and I don't recollect how long after her illness that it was before they started South. It took them three months to come from Minn, to Mississippi on account of so many things happening on the way. One time when they had stopped over night they always took the harness off from the horses and fed them. Then they turned them loose to nip grass, as my daddy used to say. One of the horses went down to a little place of running water to drink and got his foot caught in some barbed wire and cut a deep place above his hoof so they had to lay over for awhile until the horses foot got to where he could travel again. Then the baby boy was five years old and they thought they were going to lose him, but they stopped late one evening in front of an old Indians home and when they stopped George went to the house and asked this old Indian if it would be alright for him and his family to spend the night out in front under those big oaks and the Indian told him yes. So out of curiosity, I suppose, the old fellow followed George back to the wagon and he saw
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