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.
Sunday, July 22, 2012
Tuesday, July 22nd, 1862
To day I rode my horse Rat down the river in company with Clay Stone to the residence of Dick Cole where I remained for dinner and spent a very agreeable time. The remains of old deaf Smith was buried with masonic honors. The boys were engaged all day in digging the grave for the old man, and in assisting at his burial. weather very hot. Ther. 99°.
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