This is a cloudy wet day. Wat Hammond went away from here this morning. I taped my boot to day. I was shooting chipmonks this afternoon. 1868
This is a dull day. I and Bart were pitching ringers to day. M. Tuttle was down here this forenoon. he got some shingles. 1868.
Mattie Lee looked down on me,
And smiled as I went by;
‘Twas not a smile in mery wise,
Nodded to mine from loving eyes-
I wonder why?
A. Waif
Oh Never. 1868
This is a dull day. I and Bart were pitching ringers to day. M. Tuttle was down here this forenoon. he got some shingles. 1868.
Mattie Lee looked down on me,
And smiled as I went by;
‘Twas not a smile in mery wise,
Nodded to mine from loving eyes-
I wonder why?
A. Waif
Oh Never. 1868
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