"Well, last March, Harriet wrote me a letter. Gave me her address. Said
she was dying, and would like to see me. It was a week or more before
the letter reached me, for the trails were badly drifted and I had been
shut up here some time. John Woolsey brought the letter, and stayed
until I read it, to see if anything was wanted. Said he would look out
for Bruce and Sammy, so I got on my snow-shoes and started.
"I reached San Francisco next day. I almost wished the woman was dead,
as she had a right to be by that time. If she was dead, I wouldn't have
to say anything to hurt her. Well, I called at the address she gave,
which was in the edge of Chinatown. I tell you it was disgusting to run
the gauntlet there, among those creatures.--I found the woman had been
taken to the city hospital several days before and whether she was dead
or alive the head she-devil of the place didn't seem to know or care.
"I found her at the hospital, sure enough. The doctor said she was
getting better, and would probably live. I didn't know whether to be
glad or sorry; and I was tempted to go home and write her a letter. She
might not care to see me now, anyway.
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