[NOTE: This entry has offensive language.]
This is a fine day. Thare was a frost this morning. Some of the folks are to Church to day. [I shaved to day. My age 25 years & 8 months.] O. Dickson went down to Brushland to day. Ann came home to day.
Democracy, their last son.
Niggar slim! Niggar slick!
Niggar bald, niggar wool!
‘Gainst the niggar let us pull!
Still on matter what they think!
Cuss these niggars how they stink!
Up the hill
Down the level!
Let us fork each wooly devil!
This is a fine day. Thare was a frost this morning. Some of the folks are to Church to day. [I shaved to day. My age 25 years & 8 months.] O. Dickson went down to Brushland to day. Ann came home to day.
Democracy, their last son.
Niggar slim! Niggar slick!
Niggar bald, niggar wool!
‘Gainst the niggar let us pull!
Still on matter what they think!
Cuss these niggars how they stink!
Up the hill
Down the level!
Let us fork each wooly devil!
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