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March 1842 25th Dear Brother. It has been quite unpleasant all day to day being cloudy all day and quite showery. Today Uncle Charles and Erastus have finished cleaning up the door yard which looks extremely nice, after they finished carying off dirt & Charles sowed a large quantity of grass seed all round, where he will have to drag his wood chop it & c. I mention this merely as an example of his good calculation which he braggs so much about. Papa & Oliver started this morning with the horse team for our timber to draw some logs when they came home to night they had broken of of the axeltrees, while they were loading a log the pin came out, the wheel came off and let the axeltree on to the ground & broke it. Papa sat up last night till most morning writing to Uncle Andnah?. About day- light I woke and heard Rose making a great noise, she was in another fit. I had but just got into a drowse when she woke me again coming out of another one. Just after breakfast I gave her some more Sulphur, though I felt no thought it would not be of much use soon after she went into another fit which seemed more than any she had had before, I told Papa I thought he had better kill her as she seemed to grow worse and worse and I felt afraid to stay in the house with when she was in the fits which perhaps coming over more & more often. Papa draged her out of doors, though I had no idea that he was really going to kill her as I had asked him to once or twice before when she had had her fits and seemed to be suffering a great deal for I felt as thought I ought to relieve her from misery but hearing her howl I went to the window and I saw my little Rose that I thought so much of that I had played with so much, her who I had taught so many little tricks yes! I say, I saw her with a rope round her neck being strangled to death and yet George there she stood waging her tail to the last. I could not bear it. I ran upstairs and shed torrents of tears. Yes! I shed tears of real heartfelt sorrow for the death of my dog. And yet I knew it was best that she should die, for I believe it would have been impossible for her to have