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Updated: June 26, 2025

Thar ain't any path so narrer, but he's a walkin' in it, by my side, all day; 'n' come night, I sleep with him ter one side, 'n' my wife 't other; 'n' I can't stan' it. Them's ther very words I heered him say, 'n' I wuzn't ennythin' but a mite, but I didn't furgit it.

Helen Hunt Jackson - Ramona