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On The Lambs stationery Feb. 26, 1920

I am through with New York and all it has meant to me, just now, and am back in the south and looking forward to a long time of work. Now I am really on my way south on a train that has stopped at a station. It is a cool bright morning. We are waiting at a junction. My? unclear unclear walking about their unclear which unclear making me feel jolly inside. On a truck there is a young unclear Bull in a crate being shipped away to some herd of waiting females of the cow tribe.

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