By: Ardis E. Parshall - September 07, 2012 From the Juvenile Instructor, January 1909 – An Incident Almeda Perry My brother and I had been spending our summer vacation in a little town high up in the Uintah Mountains, and now that the summer was over, we were returning to our winter’s work in the city. Between us and the railway station lay a stretch of one hundred and twenty miles of desert country, with no signs of life except...
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