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.
Wednesday, February 11, 2015
Saturday, February 11th, 1865
To day early in the morning I went out to the Pidgeon roost, having found it the evening before, and succeeded in killing 30 of them. The boys are still at work on the mill levee and got it repaired sufficiently to raise a small head of water, when Hicks ground 12 bushels of corn. I washed and put out to dry 8 bushels of wheat, and then made myself a good bridle. Weather clear and cold.
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