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Wilson's men."

                  Mr. Blakely furnished 

us with team & double wagon [tulf ?].

         The sermon was home,

thrusting in its style & set me to thinking about days and hours foolishly occupied or wholly thrown away.

        Mr. Keyes brought us back

and then rowed home again. He would take no pay either because "we belong to the staff."

       Slept cold enough, although

Males arms were about me all night.