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.
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Sunday, September 23, 2012
Tuesday, September 23rd, 1862
To day I loaned my little wagon to Father, and Wm. Leaverton started with it up to the saline after the pots left there. I amused myself picking cotton. weather changeable and hot.
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