[Last words of his final written communication, a letter to his niece, Lora,
in December 1913] Goodbye, if you hear of my being stood up against a Mexican stone wall
and shot to rags please know that I think that a pretty good way to
depart this life. It beats old age, disease, or falling down the cellar
stairs. To be a Gringo in Mexico -- ah, that is euthanasia!