A young artilleryman from Olean, New York, lay on a straw pallet alongside that of the writer.
Four oil tanks were floating about the city of Olean, and the coating of oil on the water made the danger from fire serious.
She said she was married and living in Olean; she had not seen her sister for several years, but had heard from her often.
I accompanied him and his family on going to the Western country, on his way from Olean to Pittsburgh.
For six months he worked in a grocery store in Olean, New York, after which he decided to see the west.
