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Elinore Pruitt Stewart
Elinore Pruitt Stewart was an American writer best known for her letters documenting life as a homesteader in the early 20th century. Her most famous work, "Letters of a Woman Homesteader" (1914), is a collection of letters she wrote to a former employer, offering vivid accounts of her experiences in Wyoming. Stewart's writing is celebrated for its warm, humorous, and honest portrayal of frontier life, especially from a woman's perspective. Her follow-up book, "Letters on an Elk Hunt" (1915), continues her observations on rural life and the challenges of living on the land.
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CONNIE WILLIS Burnt Fork, Wyo., July 8, 1914. Dear Mrs. Coney,— Your letter of the 4th just to hand. How glad your letters make me; how glad I am to have you to tell little things to. I intended to write you as soon as I came back from Green River, to tell you of a girl I saw there; but there was a heap to do and I kept putting it off. I have described the desert so often that I am afraid I will tire...
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LETTERS OF A WOMAN HOMESTEADER I Burnt Fork, Wyoming, April 18, 1909. Dear Mrs. Coney,— Are you thinking I am lost, like the Babes in the Wood? Well, I am not and I'm sure the robins would have the time of their lives getting leaves to cover me out here. I am 'way up close to the Forest Reserve of Utah, within half a mile of the line, sixty miles from the railroad. I was twenty-four hours...
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