I am Still lying in bed yet. Ann was down to Brushland to day. I got a letter from Bill to day. He rote it when he was on the caribean Sea. He gives a discription of his journey to thare. He would be in Aspinwall on Friday the 14th of March.
Now the winter winds retire,
And the winter ice is breaking.
And the old folks by the fire
Sit and talk of sugar making.
Tis the wild and windy March
And the month the question settles
That ‘tis time to mend the arch
And to scour the rusty kettles
Now the winter winds retire,
And the winter ice is breaking.
And the old folks by the fire
Sit and talk of sugar making.
Tis the wild and windy March
And the month the question settles
That ‘tis time to mend the arch
And to scour the rusty kettles
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