Thursday, June 11, 1868 - "The sun may cease to shine, love."

This is a wet day. I was not doing much this wet day.
They were working on the roads this forenoon. 1868
One year to day we washed the sheep. Same night thare was a raid here.

I never can
Forget the, love,
While memory
Will last,
What e’er may
Fortune be, love,
Where e’er my 
Lot be cast,
The sun may cease to shine, love.