IN April 1882 my father died; and I was at once whirled out of my land of dreams into a very different sphere.
“In the end of five years I made supplication to the king to go out of this land, desiring to see my poor wife and children according to conscience and nature.”
“I just prefer wood. I like the smell. To me, it's a lot cheaper than electric or gas, and it's more convenient. It's just a better heat to me.”