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| − | + | It may be well to sort over your [?] of apples as some even put up wet & may rot. | |
| − | + | Monday Morning. 11th Oct. Bright & early. Have milked 2 cows, cleaned up the horse & writing to you at my old [stand?] before sunrise. Wake up boys, & see the sun, it is just appearing. It is an Indian Summer day. Don't lay there stupefied with the poison atmosphere of your little [garret] room. Rise & shake your limbs & turn up your noses to this pure western breeze. Zadoc, did you know that Simon Bean is about to open a Livery Stable? He is [underline]. Simon means to be somebody. There goes Jim. (You know Jim. Mr. [Jerrett?]'s youngest jewel) driving the cow with his hands in his trouser pockets. John Davis is splitting wood & old Mr. McKee in his silk shirt, is looking on. I must go. Good morning! | |
| + | Z. Long | ||
| − | + | Zadoc. I am writing to you and you must [?]. I am Mr.Long when Mr. Long is gone & I drive the horse. | |
| + | Geo. Aug. Arrowsmith | ||
| − | + | I held George's hand while he wrote the above. He really assumes to be Mr. Long [underline] in my absence the master of ceremonies, & won't answer to any other name. | |
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Revision as of 03:24, 10 March 2017
It may be well to sort over your [?] of apples as some even put up wet & may rot.
Monday Morning. 11th Oct. Bright & early. Have milked 2 cows, cleaned up the horse & writing to you at my old [stand?] before sunrise. Wake up boys, & see the sun, it is just appearing. It is an Indian Summer day. Don't lay there stupefied with the poison atmosphere of your little [garret] room. Rise & shake your limbs & turn up your noses to this pure western breeze. Zadoc, did you know that Simon Bean is about to open a Livery Stable? He is [underline]. Simon means to be somebody. There goes Jim. (You know Jim. Mr. [Jerrett?]'s youngest jewel) driving the cow with his hands in his trouser pockets. John Davis is splitting wood & old Mr. McKee in his silk shirt, is looking on. I must go. Good morning! Z. Long
Zadoc. I am writing to you and you must [?]. I am Mr.Long when Mr. Long is gone & I drive the horse. Geo. Aug. Arrowsmith
I held George's hand while he wrote the above. He really assumes to be Mr. Long [underline] in my absence the master of ceremonies, & won't answer to any other name.