To day the boys are hauling fire wood. Sam [i.e., Samuel Houston Sharp] made a clothes horse. I ground 19 bushels of corn when the balance iron of the mill got out of fix preventing me from grinding any more for the present. weather cloudy with occasional hard showers of rain and as cold as the devil with a hard freeze at night, the ice forming full ½ inch thick in all the vessels that had water in them, making it a winter's night indeed.
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.
Monday, February 4, 2013
Wednesday, February 4th, 1863
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