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<DIV><SPAN class=697005416-15032006><FONT color=#0000ff size=2>Now, there's a
great story! Thanks, Walt</FONT></SPAN></DIV>
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<DIV><SPAN class=697005416-15032006><FONT color=#0000ff size=2>Pat (in
Tucson)</FONT></SPAN></DIV>
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<DIV class=OutlookMessageHeader lang=en-us dir=ltr align=left><FONT
face=Tahoma size=2>-----Original Message-----<BR><B>From:</B>
or-roots-admin@sosinet.sos.state.or.us
[mailto:or-roots-admin@sosinet.sos.state.or.us] <B>On Behalf Of
</B>DAVIESW739@aol.com<BR><B>Sent:</B> Tuesday, March 14, 2006
23:54<BR><B>To:</B> or-roots@sosinet.sos.state.or.us<BR><B>Subject:</B> Re:
[or-roots] Oregon Insane Asylums (Aunt Charlotte's
book)<BR><BR></FONT></DIV><FONT id=role_document face=Arial color=#000000
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<DIV>There were a number of poor, harmless, unsettled creatures, who came from
time to time to the ferry. Father was very good to them. I wonder now why
there should have been so many of them, all out of proportion to the few
settlers that were in that great wilderness. Of course, there were many things
that might have contributed to it, loneliness, exposure, starvation, fright,
and many, many other things that went into the making up of the pioneer
life.</DIV>
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<DIV> One of these unfortunates was a boy by the name of Goodhugh.
One morning we discovered that our hymn book had disappeared during the night.
Mother had awakened Father and told him that she thought she heard someone
come into the house, but Father was too sleepy to bother about it, and in the
morning, Mother discovered that her hymn book was gone. Something led us to
suspect Goodhugh, so one of our boys asked him about it. He was quite frank
and explained that hymn books were very scarce, so he had come in when
everyone was asleep and had taken ours and planted it. He explained that he
intended to grow such a crop of hymn books as would supply everyone in the
whole country. He even told where it was planted, under a big fir tree a mile
or so beyond the river. The boys went over looked where he told them to. The
hymn book was there, but in a very poor state of repair. A herd of wild,
impious hogs had found and desecrated the hymn book garden and had torn and
scattered the leaves around everywhere. They picked them up and Mother mended
the book as best she could, but after that, she often closed her book when the
preacher gave out some special hymn. A herd of wild hogs had eaten that
particular page. It did not bother me, for I had learned to read out of that
book and I knew "by heart" every single hymn in it.</DIV>
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<DIV><FONT lang=0 face=Arial size=2 PTSIZE="10" FAMILY="SANSSERIF"><B>Walt
Davies<BR>Cooper Hollow Farm<BR>Monmouth, OR 97361<BR>503 623-0460
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