"Sequil"; Or, Things Whitch Aint Finished in the FirstShute, Henry A. (Henry Augustus)
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"Sequil"; Or, Things Whitch Aint Finished in the First
Shute, Henry A. (Henry Augustus)
Boys -- Juvenile fiction; Diary fiction
Jan. 17. brite and fair. i dident die and every one of us got well.
Annie had it the wirst and i had it the next wirst and Frankie and the
baby want hardly sick any. today is the first time i have been out. Cele
and Keene went out last Wensday but i coodent becaus i hadent got done
peeling. after folks have the scarlet fever their skin dries up and
peels of and if you get cold in the peeling you die every time. i had on
my Hoppy Gad boots for the first time today. father brougt them up to
show me when i was in bed. i was prety sick and dident know nothing for
2 or 3 days. mother says i was talking about the fellers i knew in
Reading. we lived in Reading one year and so i thought i was there i
gess and she says i talked of George and Wendal Evans and Puggy
Fergerson and Totty Procter and Emma Wallis and Jonny Pike and Ed
Harndin and Nelly Minot. i had a fite with Ed Harndin and licked him.
when Willy died we came back to Exeter, and she said i talked about
Willy to, and everything. we had some fun while we was sick. Cele used
to tell stories and we made flyboxes and then when mother was out of the
room we wood turn sumersets, and bimeby when we got so that we cood eat
apples we used to have one apeace every day and we had to scrape them
with a nife and eat the soft part, and when we were geting beter we were
auful cross. i gess most every one wood be cross to lose thanksgiving
and crismas two, and my berthday, and all the skating and snowbaling.
ennyway i havent got to go to school this week.
Jan. 18, 186- buly snowbaling. i went out today a long time, mother told
me not to plug snowballs, so i only throwed 2 or 3. i am hungry all the
time.
Jan. 19. brite and fair. one of my hens died when i was sick and the
rooster frose his comb. it is prety tuf on me.
Jan. 20. i went sliding today on factory hill, it was buly. they wasent
hardly ennyone there.
Jan. 21. brite and fair. Whack and Boog have got a duble runner, they
made it out of there sleds dart and arrow. it is the fastest duble
runner on the hill. i went with them. we beat Pewts duble runner esy.
Pewts is biger and Mister Purington Pewts father painted it buly but it
cant go as fast or as fur as Whack and Boogs. Pewt was mad becaus we
beat him.
Jan. 22. i went to church today. Keene and Cele sung in the quire. Beany
kept sticking his head out from behind the organ and making up faces at
me to make me laff out loud till the minister spoke to him and he felt
prety cheep.
Jan. 23. snowed and raned today both, i had my sled painted today. it is
painted black with a gold stripe and Exeter Boy in gold letters on it.
Mister Purington Pewts father painted it. i went to school today. nobody
got licked.
Jan. 24. clowdy. my sled is most dry enuf to use.
Jan. 25. it misted last nite and frose and today everything was covered
with ice it was fun to see people fall down. most everybody fell down. i
went sliding on spring street.
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