To day I am still at work at the warehouse. The steamer Sunflower left for Galveston some time last night. Frank Stewart is still quite sick. Late in the evening I drove up town in order to try and sell my buggy and mules to Col. Bethell, but did not succeed, he only offering me about one half of my price. Weather clear and pleasant.
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, November 9, 2015
Thursday, November 9th, 1865
To day I am still at work at the warehouse. The steamer Sunflower left for Galveston some time last night. Frank Stewart is still quite sick. Late in the evening I drove up town in order to try and sell my buggy and mules to Col. Bethell, but did not succeed, he only offering me about one half of my price. Weather clear and pleasant.
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