Laredo, Texas,
November 6,
1913.
My dear Lora,
I think I owe you a letter, and probably this is my only chance to pay up for a long time. For more than a month I have been rambling about the country, visiting my old battlefields, passing a few days in New Orleans, a week in San Antonio, and so forth. I turned up here this morning. There is a good deal of fighting going on over on the Mexican side of the Rio Grande, but I hold to my intention to go into Mexico if I can. In the character of "innocent bystander" I ought to be fairly safe if I don't have too much money on me, don't you think? My eventual destination is South America, but probably I shall not get there this year.
Sloots writes me that you and Carlt still expect to go to the mine, as I hope you will.
The Cowdens expect to live somewhere in California soon, I believe. They seem to be well, prosperous and cheerful.
With love to Carlt and Sloots, I am affectionately yours,Ambrose.
P.S. You need not believe all that these newspapers say of me and my purposes. I had to tell them something.
Laredo, Texas,
November 6,
1913.
Dear Lora,