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was then, all painstaking concentration, sure of this meaning,
unsure of that, struggling with words she know and understood
but which did not look like the words she knew and understood
when she wrote then down on the paper.

Even so, she was discovering that words could
sometimes explain a troubled heart, after all.

"April 21st.
I was today and haul sled load of wood and then
chop wood didn’t go out to the traps and when I
come in and build the fire knight starded to
cruel with me, and I can’ t count how many times
he starded to cruel with me everytime he say
something against me he say Black Jack was good
man and was right in everything and was right
to tread me mean and saying I wasn't good to
him he never stop and think how much it’s hard
for woman to take four mans place, to wood work
and hunt for something to eat for him and do
waiting to his bed and take the shird out for
him. and he mentions my children and saying
no wonder your children die you never take good
care of them he just tear me into pieces when
he mention my children that I lost. This is
the worst life I ever live In this world thought
it is hard enough for me to wood work and trying
my best in everything and when I come home to
rest here a man talk against me saying all kinds
of words against me then what could I do. When
I can’t get meat then he say I wasn’t trying to
save he. and he say he was going to write to
Nome people to fix me up, then what could I do.
thought I was hungry myself for meat and trying
my best. We both have no witness. If knight
happen to die what will I do here in this island
al lone he is laying in his bed since February
ninth and now April 21st. He is looks very skiny.