"...I trusted in the Almighty… I knew I could only be killed once,
and I had to die sometime."
-Anne Bailey, 1823

Friday, March 5

March 5. Finally, the sun hath shone upon the land, there is much for which one aught give thanks.

Though with the coming spring it is certain the Shawnese will throw off their winter robes and take to their wickedness. Vigilance always; for the snap of a twig is oft afore the crack of rifle fire.

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