It may be that none of us were superstitious, but we got out of there in a hurry, and braved the peril of the storm and the Indians as best we could.
I was a rich boy when I got to Leavenworth.

I had nearly a thousand dollars to turn over to my mother as soon as I should draw my pay.
After a joyful reunion with the family I hitched up a pair of ponies, and drove her over so that she could witness this pleasing ceremony.

As we were driving home, I heard her sobbing, and was deeply concerned, for this seemed to me no occasion for tears.

I was quick to ask the reason, and her answer made me serious.
"You couldn't even write your name, Willie," she said.

"You couldn't sign the payroll.