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Elmer in one of the dresses he wore as a tiny lad.

This photograph was taken in 1902, when Elmer was three.

Elmer's first baby picture was taken in the spring of 1899. The young lady in the plumed hat is his mother.

catch the fox. Dad told her they didn't want to kill the fox, they wanted to hear the music. Granddad Keith and old T o m m y Hale would sit on the front porch of Granddad's and talk over the Civil War for hours. Grandmother Keith died before I was born, and was buried in the little family graveyard. From my earliest years I was more interested in guns and ammunition than other things. M y Aunt Molly gave me a pretty doll. I promptly rapped its head off on the foot of the bed and went to playing with some of Dad's empty shotgun shells. My brother Silas was born two years after I was, and I can still remember rocking him to keep him from crying. Granddad Keith would come to see us and he always rode a big mule. He would stop at a little store on the way and buy some stick candy. His coming was always welcome. Dad had a pet coon named Jim. I still remember when Mother would scrub the board floor scrupulously clean, Jim would sit down on one side of it, hook one of his claws in the crack and back up clear across the floor, stir3

ring up any dirt that he c o u l d . T h e n he would look up at Mother to show her that she hadn't done her j o b right. M o t h e r usually gave him a dusting with the broom. Mother also had a black house cat named Dinah, the best behaved cat that I ever saw. When Dad was away, Mother would milk the cow, and she'd set a pail of milk down out in the yard. Dinah would keep the chickens and pigs away from it while M o t h e r milked another cow. One day a mule came up and tried to get a drink of the milk. Dinah scratched him on the nose, he reversed ends, and kicked poor Dinah to Kingdom Come. The deer and turkeys were gone from Missouri at my earliest remembrance. There were still prairie chickens, sandhill cranes, geese, ducks, rabbits, and a lot of small game. M y dad hunted quite a lot. In fact all the families there that I knew of hunted a great deal to keep up the family larder. As Missouri was quickly getting settled up, my folks decided to move to Montana, and in 19 and 5 they made plans for the trip west. Getting ready for a trip west was quite a