Dear Lora,
      I go away tomorrow for a long time, so
this is only to say good-bye. I think there is nothing else worth
saying; therefore you will naturally expect a long letter.
What an intolerable world this would be if we said nothing but what
is worth saying! And did nothing foolish -- like going into Mexico
and South America.
      I'm hoping that you will go to the mine
soon. You must hunger and thirst for the mountains -- Carlt likewise.
So do I. Civilization be dinged! -- It is the mountains and the desert
for me.
      Good-by -- if you hear of my being stood
up against a Mexican stone wall and shot to rags please know that
I think that a pretty good way to depart his life. It beats old age,
disease, or falling down the cellar stairs. To be a Gringo in Mexico
-- ah, that is euthanasia!
      With love to Carlt, affectionately yours,
      Ambrose