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− | . | + | Saturday, P. M. Fine clear weather. I have finished my |
− | + | 2d. crop haying, + diging [sic- digging] potatoes in the garden. John + I poled | |
− | + | in the hay on those same poles, Zadoc, that you bor- | |
− | + | rowed last Summer, + didn't carry home. We expect | |
− | + | your uncle Washington will take tea with us. He will set out | |
− | + | for the Aroostic tomorrow night. Tell John Addison I | |
− | + | really hope he will be fortunate in that enterprise, | |
− | + | I admire his spunk. I looked some for a letter from you, | |
− | + | today. If the Railroad, here, be extended, business in this place will be brisk for a year or two. "I swanny," [?] said Cole the other day. "I don't know but I missed it in | |
− | + | not keeping Zadoc with me [underlined]." Do you think I had better sell my place here, to F. O. J. Smith? | |
− | + | I should like to see you tonight, my son. We would play Sweet Home [underlined last two words] on the flute + violin. John Davis is out, | |
− | + | and Persis Leuniis [?] is out. Your mother is reading the Traveller, + I feel a little lonesome. Did Mr. Norris [?] | |
− | + | bring to you a letter today? Do you have to pay | |
− | + | for the postage on my letters? I am afraid some | |
− | + | of them over weigh 1/2 oz. Let me know. Mrs. Anna | |
− | + | Smith had a letter, a few days ago, from her husband, advising her that he should return home next year, + | |
− | + | stay at home. I think she + the children will stay with us till cold weather. I heard the tap of a | |
− | + | finger nail on the window, a moment ago, + looked | |
− | + | up + saw John's roguish face grinning + staring | |
− | + | through a square of glass close to me. | |
− | + | "Good night" Z Long | |
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Revision as of 14:41, 19 March 2017
51 Saturday, P. M. Fine clear weather. I have finished my 2d. crop haying, + diging [sic- digging] potatoes in the garden. John + I poled in the hay on those same poles, Zadoc, that you bor- rowed last Summer, + didn't carry home. We expect your uncle Washington will take tea with us. He will set out for the Aroostic tomorrow night. Tell John Addison I really hope he will be fortunate in that enterprise, I admire his spunk. I looked some for a letter from you, today. If the Railroad, here, be extended, business in this place will be brisk for a year or two. "I swanny," [?] said Cole the other day. "I don't know but I missed it in not keeping Zadoc with me [underlined]." Do you think I had better sell my place here, to F. O. J. Smith? I should like to see you tonight, my son. We would play Sweet Home [underlined last two words] on the flute + violin. John Davis is out, and Persis Leuniis [?] is out. Your mother is reading the Traveller, + I feel a little lonesome. Did Mr. Norris [?] bring to you a letter today? Do you have to pay for the postage on my letters? I am afraid some of them over weigh 1/2 oz. Let me know. Mrs. Anna Smith had a letter, a few days ago, from her husband, advising her that he should return home next year, + stay at home. I think she + the children will stay with us till cold weather. I heard the tap of a finger nail on the window, a moment ago, + looked up + saw John's roguish face grinning + staring through a square of glass close to me.
"Good night" Z Long