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.]