TOMORROW TAKE

The first day of December was a beautiful day
And William Wister died the last day of November.
The second day was a beautiful one and nothing happened of any interest that day.
The third day was also a pretty day though it could not be said that it was beautiful.
The fourth day we had a downward snow and Mr. Whitejacket rode to our lodge on a notable visit.
The fifth which is the Sabbath and there is a sharp ice on the ground and Harvey is cooking K.T. James’s big turkey for dinner.
The sixth day was a very cold one indeed and the snow is about an inch or another inch deep on the ground to day and Mr. Whitejacket left the lodge today for home.
The seventh day I was on guard and it was a very cold day.
The eighth day was also cold and me and Harvey washed our clothes at noontime and he made a fond remember of the turkey he cooked.
The ninth day was a storm and Mr. Whitejacket arrived back at our lodge today on a notable visit.
The tenth day was cloudy but not much rain and I wrote a letter to Mr. Whitejacket before remembering that he was at our lodge. 
The eleventh day was a very pretty day overhead but muddy underfoot in a way that near to took your boots off. I meant to take Mr. Whitejacket his letter but the mud. Nothing happened today worth naming.
The twelfth day which is the Sabbath was a beautiful day of sunshine and me and William Wister’s ghost ate a big chicken all afternoon and I made a promise to him and to me that I would tomorrow take the letter to Mr. Whitejacket.

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