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, September 6, 2015
Wednesday, September 6th, 1865
To day I am engaged in writing letters. The negro man Ned finished plowing up the garden. Conney is sick with chill and fever. Weather clear and hot.
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