To day I am still at work at the warehouse. Fannie is still sick. At night Frank Stewart arrived in the little woman's buggy, drawn by my mules. He reports all my relatives up at my mills in good health and that my wagon is on the road coming down. Frank is in very feeble health. Weather variable & cold with a frost at night.
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, November 4, 2015
Saturday, November 4th, 1865
To day I am still at work at the warehouse. Fannie is still sick. At night Frank Stewart arrived in the little woman's buggy, drawn by my mules. He reports all my relatives up at my mills in good health and that my wagon is on the road coming down. Frank is in very feeble health. Weather variable & cold with a frost at night.
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