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Friday 23 Aug--

Four years since dear H-- died & How fast they go !  Mayo ran out after a flock of turkeys following all over the field  Agnes told of the injuring of the conductor on the N.H. Central put his head out and it came in contact with a pile of wood and was crushed-- 

Baked bread pie & pudding and cookies-- Sabra had head ache-- I go out about the fields with baby [unclear] fevers and all sorts of girlish deeds I do -- felling as if I was no madame at all or even an "old woman "

Man called with books-- I subscribe for one on popery-- It half past eight the dear ones came -- I had about given up seeing them

We shall to him but he will not return to us-- [words along the side]