I go away tomorrow for a long time, so this is only to say good-bye. I
think there is nothing else worth saying; _therefore_ you will
naturally expect a long letter. What an intolerable world this would
be if we said nothing but what is worth saying! And did nothing
foolish--like going into Mexico and South America.
I'm hoping that you will go to the mine soon. You must hunger and
thirst for the mountains--Carlt likewise. So do I. Civilization be
dinged!--it is the mountains and the desert for me.
Good-bye--if you hear of my being stood up against a Mexican stone
wall and shot to rags please know that I think that a pretty good way
to depart this life. It beats old age, disease, or falling down the
cellar stairs. To be a Gringo in Mexico--ah, that is euthanasia!
With love to Carlt, affectionately yours,
AMBROSE.
[Laredo, Texas,
November 6, 1913.]