On October 28th, 1887, I became the mother of a girl baby, the very image of its father, at least that is what he said, but who has the temper of its mother.

By the time we reached Virginia City I was considered a remarkable good shot and a fearless rider for a girl of my age.

While in El Paso, I met Mr. Clinton Burk, a native of Texas, who I married in August 1885.

It was considered the most dangerous route in the Hills, but as my reputation as a rider and quick shot was well known, I was molested very little, for the toll gatherers looked on me as being a good fellow, and they knew that I never missed my mark.

A mother who is obsessing about being thin and dieting and exercising is not going to be a very good mother.

I left Montana in Spring of 1866, for Utah, arriving at Salt Lake city during the summer.