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, October 8, 2015
Sunday, October 8th, 1865
To day the steamer Mary Hill arrived from Galveston and took on board at the warehouse 45 b/c [bales of cotton] and then droped down the river to finish loading with wood. I made all my arrangements to leave for Galveston in the morning and am to meet the steamer Mary Hill at Walnut bluff for that purpose. My son James attained the 3rd Anniversary of his birth day. Weather variable and a little cool. At night a few wild geese flew over southward, being the first of the season.
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