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                                                                                                            No. 8

On a bitter cold night not long since Mrs. N. & T started as usual for our Pagan Meeting. It was a terrible night for the horses on acct of the icy road. While climbing a long steep hill, our horses fell down 3 times -- first one & then the other. We were sufficiently thankful that both did not fall at once.

   We were nearly frozen -- When we drove up to the house - As lighter Auntie said I - we said unclear they have no oil- -- I have unclear a small can along & we will fill their lamp. 
   So after securing our horses, we went to the door shining in every limb. It was fastened -- sliding rather than running to the new house I obtained a key. Of course it did not fit the lock - Made another attempt at another house -- succeeded. 
   Now if you are ever obliged to kindle a fire with green wood