Poor Journal how I am neglecting you, but it cant be helped. I had an errand down at Mrs. Bee’s, so I left at 3 p. m. yesterday. The roads muddy, slow riding, it seemed 12 miles instead of eight. They were surprised to see me. Bess had the valentine, and was having much fun over it. Started back at 8 a. m. Had a pack of my clothes to bring home, and Mrs. Bee sent some things along for her daughter, who is one of our neighbors. She put them all in a pillow slip, and I carried that big bundle on my lap all the way up, in constant fear of dropping it in the mud. However I reached home safely. Saw a big flock of prairie chickens on the way up. Found two of the children in bed with bad colds.
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