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.
Thursday, August 6, 2015
Sunday, August 6th, 1865
To day I sent the negro boy Crockett down to Mr. Cooks after six bushels of corn that I had ? from him. Crockett brought a part of it home and left a part of it at the warehouse. I remained at home reading. Weather changeable and hot. Temp: 81°.
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