Chapter One (2)
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I am pretty sure a couple of hundred wagons passed through Battles Gap during the time we lived there. But even with all the wagons coming through, it was hard on my mother. The nearest neighbors were about fifteen miles away. My mother was a sociable woman, and she missed the more civilized kind of life she had back in Lawrence. I think those folks stopping by probably kept my mother from drifting into madness. It gave her something to look forward to, and most of all, it allowed her to catch up on the news, no matter where it came from. In those days, you didn’t find out anything for months after it actually happened. We didn’t learn about William Quantrill’s 1863 raid on Lawrence—in which almost two hund...
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