we have got most all the hay we can reech. when we
cant reech enny more i dont know where we can get enny more unless Fatty
can get sum.
May 21. Brite and fair. i had a feerful day yesterday. i feel so bad i
cant hardly wright ennything. but i will try to wright it all down. in
the morning me and Beany and Fatty we hiched up lady Clara and drove
round town. sum of the fellers holered at us but we dident care. they
was lots of ministers in town. they was mostly long tailers with white
necktis. so in the afternoon we hiched up agen and drove up to the
depot. old woodbridge Odlin was there wating for the 2 oh clock trane.
he had a baruch with a driver and his new span of black horses with
cliped tails. and he had on his long tailed black coat and a shiny bever
hat. well we dident wate for the trane but we drove through Winter
street and out to Front street. when we came to Lincoln street old
Woodbridge Odlin came along with his baruch filled with old ministers
with bever hats and specks and white necktis, and the driver hit the
horses and away they went lickity larup. well Beany he was driving and
he leened over and hit lady Clara a paist with the whip and she went
after them like chane litening, and we all began to yell and the black
horses went faster. well they was 2 rods ahead and when we got to
Whackers house we was most up to there hind wheel, and when we got to
doctor Gorams office we was jest even. the old ministers was bouncing
around and holding on to the sides, and old Woodbridge had lost his hat
and was standing up yelling sumthing at the driver, and his whiskers
were blowing way behind him.
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