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Courtland Olds Diary, 1870
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=== FRIDAY, MARCH 11, 1870. === | === FRIDAY, MARCH 11, 1870. === | ||
| − | Charley finished thresthing the pease to day. I have been working at a harrow which I have just commenced making. The past has been a very cold disagreeable day. To night we have had Captain Mcfell and wife to visit us. | + | Charley finished thresthing the pease to day. I have been working at a harrow which I have just commenced making. The past has been a very cold disagreeable day. To night we have had Captain Mcfell and wife to visit us. The question arises in my mind, for what am I living? Am I endeavoring with full purpose of heart to live for God's glory? The question no sooner comes than I can answer it in the affirmative. I do want to be a blessing for my fellows, a light which cannot be hid. |
=== SATURDAY, MARCH 12, 1870. === | === SATURDAY, MARCH 12, 1870. === | ||
The past has been a fearfully stormy day, & still it continues. Charley and I cleaned up the pile of peas which Charly has been making all Winter. This afternoon he has been threshing out some oats with the flail, while I have been working in the shop. "What is our life at its {longest?}? What are the schemes upon which we must set our hand? We grow old while we yet feel young. Our bark that glided sweetly along the shores of life quickly gets out into the rapids beyond which are the roar and the foam of the great Niagara." | The past has been a fearfully stormy day, & still it continues. Charley and I cleaned up the pile of peas which Charly has been making all Winter. This afternoon he has been threshing out some oats with the flail, while I have been working in the shop. "What is our life at its {longest?}? What are the schemes upon which we must set our hand? We grow old while we yet feel young. Our bark that glided sweetly along the shores of life quickly gets out into the rapids beyond which are the roar and the foam of the great Niagara." | ||
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FRIDAY, MARCH 11, 1870.
Charley finished thresthing the pease to day. I have been working at a harrow which I have just commenced making. The past has been a very cold disagreeable day. To night we have had Captain Mcfell and wife to visit us. The question arises in my mind, for what am I living? Am I endeavoring with full purpose of heart to live for God's glory? The question no sooner comes than I can answer it in the affirmative. I do want to be a blessing for my fellows, a light which cannot be hid.
SATURDAY, MARCH 12, 1870.
The past has been a fearfully stormy day, & still it continues. Charley and I cleaned up the pile of peas which Charly has been making all Winter. This afternoon he has been threshing out some oats with the flail, while I have been working in the shop. "What is our life at its {longest?}? What are the schemes upon which we must set our hand? We grow old while we yet feel young. Our bark that glided sweetly along the shores of life quickly gets out into the rapids beyond which are the roar and the foam of the great Niagara."
