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, September 7, 2015
Thursday, September 7th, 1865
To day I worked a little in the garden and then drove up town in my buggy to mail a package of letters. The negro man Ned is still at work in the garden preparing the ground to sow turnip & other seed. Weather changeable with a light shower of rain.
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