Baked two loaves for over Sunday. If we dont eat more, they will last a long time. I fed and watered the ox. He is quite a pet, although he has long hornes, I am not afraid of him. I fed him corn and mellons. When I call him, he comes as far as the roap will let him. I was moving him to a new feeding place, and he put his nose on my shoulder. Too bad his mate died. They were such a good yoke of oxen—and so tame.
Thousands and thousands of Texas cattle, were driven north this Summer. Some have been allowed to graze on this side of the river before crossing. Texas cattle generate -I think that is the word -in their feet during the long trip, a substance that poisens the grass- This does not hurt them -but if native cattle eat that grass it poisens them and they die of what is called Texas fever. That is what killed the one ox.
Philip thinks he is a little better this evening. J. R. just came. He should stay more on his claime.
Brother H[iram] brought us apples, material for a shirt for P and calico for me a dress. Such a lot of writing paper—and buff envelopes. P had brought a lot along from W. So I’ll not soon be out of writing material.
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