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Now to all onnest men to pittey me that I have bin in hell: 35 years
in this world with the gost A woman I maried and have two Children Now
Liveing Abram bishup mared my Dafter sence the troubel is such that
words Cant be Exprexed Nine years disorded for a tun of silver for three
months I could Not have the gost in my pallas sleep Not have to be had
Now to save my Life I will sell if Not I will Let the house it is as
Notted as Any hous in the oile shouls and furder in the world or sence
Noers Arke & sence the floud taking in my self finly such A plase No
whare in the world all gous with it hoses chareags all but plate &
gouels A Reserve the holey bybel and one bouck more my old head has
wore out three boddeys it would take a journey of Docters one our to
find and Count the scars on my head given by the goust & others Amen