Frank H. Sellers
and could smell the camp bread and the frying greasy bacon, those wonderful perversions of good food, and see you sitting on the slippery edge of some mud gyser as the rain pelted down, serenely quoting Bobby Burns' remarks about the hot hereafter and the "Deevil", as the mud balls puffed and choked and sputtered back at you. Those pictures of my mind are a part of me.Now I suppose you are sizzling and drying up out on the sandy stretches of Arizona, digging up a monster tree each day and reading the buried secrets of the old ages. How I wish I were with you and that you could see the enthusiasm of my wife, if she were along, and found a newflower or bird. She does not know that country and its weird picturesque ness and romance, and it has always been my regret that she and I could not get you and wander about its mysterious stretches.Father and Mrs. Sellers are well and would join with my wife and me in our best wishes for your well fare, if they knew I was writing.Your most sincerely.[illegible]03762
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