They urged me to take up winter quarters at the forks of the Platt, stating that if I attempted to advance further until spring, I would endanger the lives of my whole party.
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We need to drive like hell and get to the hills before the winter sets in.
When I was four or five, my father had a general store in Winchester and I don't think the farmers could ever leave on Saturday afternoon until I had been placed up on the counter to sing.
There were 15 people in the village, including five of us. If my father arrested somebody in the winter, he'd have to wait until the thaw to turn him in.
My plan was to land in Red Square, but there were too many people and I thought I'd cause casualties.
We used to go around tipping outhouses over, or turning over corn shocks on Halloween. Anything to be mean.
When you arrive at a fork in the road, take it.
They were willing to do anything to stop me.
When you come to a fork in the road, take it.
I've been an assistant to a folklorist and a teacher. There may or may not have been some sandwich-making at a certain sub chain in my past as well.
The weather was fine, the valleys literally covered with buffaloe, and everything seemed to promise a safe and speedy movement to the first grove of timber on my route, supposed to be about ten days' march.
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