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the Same Eving Sabbath I was in my Son room warming his
bed and his feet in warm water, he Said Mother the door
is open for I am cold. I told him it was shut, in
a moment he fainted, his father and a freind but him
on the bed, we Sent for the Doc Ingalls, when he came
to recollection he ask his father how Long he had fainted
I was very much alarmed for I did not know how lick
he was I never left him from Sabbath night to thursday
Morning Christmas day my cry was for his Soul to God
that his Sin would be wash way in the blood of christ
I had Dear Minster to pray with him and other freind
he heard the Clock Stricke he Said, Mother what a clock
I told five in the after noon he Said I have not eat me
dinner I told him i would give it i handed him
Some Gruel. he drank it, I beg him to for give me if
I had hurt his feeling in anny respect, no one can
tell my distrews, I never Sleep for a weak and my body