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Comments: His Comments: Mine

Friday, November 18, 1887

I killed a big buck. We had a shingling bee. Almost got me

to fight.

Thursday, November 24, 1887

Thanksgiving Day. It snowed, and I killed two big bucks.

the year 1887 was a year of death, chintz bugs, fire and deep

snow. Hard on farmers.

Sunday, January 08, 1888

I went down to Hurts but the girls were not there so I went over

to Mr. Tripps. Stayed till evening then we went over to Mr.

Hurts. Had a good time. I stayed all night at Tripps.

Saturday, February 18, 1888

I was elected clerk of school district No. 34. This is the first

public office I ever held.

Thursday, March 01, 1888

I shot good, "Old Bob". He was the best dog I ever owned. I

had him eight years and would have kept him until he died of

old age. But he bit me and I killed him. Many more miles

have we traveled together and many is the birds that we

killed. How many times have we ate our lunch in the lonely

woods together. I never expect to have a better or a truer

friend than Old Bob was to me. But in an evil moment he bit

me in the thumb. And in a fit of passion I sent a bullet from my

trusty gun in a moment it all was over and I am sorry of the

deed. But his marks I will carry to the grave.

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