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 17, 2014
Thursday, November 17th, 1864
To day the boys are at work splitting rails. I rode my horse Rob to Crockett and stopped with Mr. Downes for the night. Hicks ground 10½ bushels of corn. I am still sick with the sore mouth. Weather cloudy and cool with occasional showers of rain.
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