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into a silver urn. Now think of it, Mr. H. stands in need of one
so a horse he is and a horse he shall remain. Nor will I lose
my glistening urn - to-morrow morn I will give orders to fatten
Drenon for the market. He will not bring as much as the others
but I can easily make up the deficiency with the milk I shall
sell this spring.

Jan. 18th Cloudy and occasional sunshine - Mr. Payne sent
me some nice butter and most acceptable it is for I have foraged
the country in vain. Brother John expecting Peytona all day - no
appearance of her.

Jan. 19th Early in the morn cold and prospect of clear
weather. About Eleven o'clock commenced raining, increasing in
violence as night comes on. Brother John grew weary waiting for
Peytonia, so he hailed the Gen. Lane, a dead slow boat - got on
board amid a torrent of rain. I do not allow myself to think
about it, but how much my heart years for home and those who
love me for myself, faulty through I be - It seems strange that
I should not be present at Phronie's marriage. Had a bone chicken
and a monkey for supper (lloc). Talking about old by-gone days,
made all so sad they went away leaving the supper almost un-
touched - nobody inclined to eat.

Sunday Jan. 20th - It is raining furiously this morn that
even the "bell of the ball" - wish (oh that I had a million slaves or mor
To catch the rain drops as they pour)
would be of no avail. Dr. Holston called to see Mary Murfree
who still continues quite sick. All remarked the fog, which was
so dense we could not discern objects beyond. Write to George H-