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Saturday the 2nd This morning really homesick thought of my Dear brothers & sisters Oh how I longed to see them but how vain the desire it cannot be. I must content myself long | Saturday the 2nd This morning really homesick thought of my Dear brothers & sisters Oh how I longed to see them but how vain the desire it cannot be. I must content myself long long time and expect to see many dark unhappy hours before I can see them I took my seat in the waggon this morning with a heavy heart thinking every night found me farther from my home my friends. We rode to Elbride 5 miles from our resting place where we called on an old acquaintance who had formerly been a resident of my native place it reminded of bygone days when I was a little girl and used to romp and play the children who were my schoolmates but now sometime has separated us and we are almost as strangers how painful to think that time will destroy the strongest friendship. stopped at noon at [[Waseto Creek ?]]it a small village one church in it a large creek runs through it several miles on it continued our journey after taking some rest on to Cayuga Lake which we crossed by a bridge almost a quarter of a mile there was another bridge in sight more than a mile long. 9 shilling for crossing with two waggons. there | ||
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night but it is impossible. Saturday the 2nd This morning really homesick thought of my Dear brothers & sisters Oh how I longed to see them but how vain the desire it cannot be. I must content myself long long time and expect to see many dark unhappy hours before I can see them I took my seat in the waggon this morning with a heavy heart thinking every night found me farther from my home my friends. We rode to Elbride 5 miles from our resting place where we called on an old acquaintance who had formerly been a resident of my native place it reminded of bygone days when I was a little girl and used to romp and play the children who were my schoolmates but now sometime has separated us and we are almost as strangers how painful to think that time will destroy the strongest friendship. stopped at noon at Waseto Creek ?it a small village one church in it a large creek runs through it several miles on it continued our journey after taking some rest on to Cayuga Lake which we crossed by a bridge almost a quarter of a mile there was another bridge in sight more than a mile long. 9 shilling for crossing with two waggons. there