This a. m. went to Roses and ground a lot of coffee. Sometimes I pound it in a bag. Mr. Rose brought me a big letter from my home. He said “Miss B – if you dont get decent letters, you need not expect me to hurt myself carrying them to you.” He keeps a suply of quinine on hand, and some other drugs, and suplies those who have ague— and there are several afflicted now.
But it is Mrs. who is the Good Samaritan in this locality. One day when I was there, she was taking care of a sick hearder, who was lying in the shade of the house. She was making broth for him ct.
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