Thus closes my notes for the month of December and also for the year just passed and gone and now numbered with the things that were. Whether the Almighty will spare me to chronicle the daily events of the incoming year is more than I know but trusting in Him I shall enter upon the pleasing task, which is useful as a reference and may be profitable to those who have an interest in me.
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Friday, September 13th, 1861
To day the Little woman & Roberta came up to the mill to see me. We went fishing with no success. They returned to Father's in the evening. The mill ground 13 bushels of corn. weather clear & hot.
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