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

Wednesday, April 28

a gift arrives

April 28. On an otherwise quiet day, a knock upon the door and there, before us is the post rider, delivering an unexpected gift. Inside the tenderly wrapped package, a poleax from Mr. Romack, a fine friend in Maryland. 'Tis a wonderous thing to behold, and soon shall be put to good use upon the trail.

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