It has been many months since I wrote in this journal, and many things
of interest have occurred. But above all I give thanks to God for His
goodness in preserving my life and so much of my property for me. My
freedmen have been with me and have worked for one-sixth of my crop.
This is a very rainy, unpleasant day. How many poor freedmen are
suffering! Thousands of them must be exposed to the pitiless rain! Oh,
that everybody would do right, and there would not be so much
suffering in the world! Sadai and I are all alone in the house. We
have been reading, talking, and thus spending the hours until she went
to bed, that I might play Santa Claus. Her stocking hangs invitingly
in the corner. Happy child and childhood, that can be so easily made
content!
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