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Gess ol joe smith was rite.

Frunteers

We is forwording a cause in American frunteers.  Considr thus.

Trust yur eyes, not your gut

Saw the stranger thing afore the sun aros in the mornin.  I seen shadows before on deseret hills at niht and thoght it was peeple or creetures movin about, creeper things that make a man’s heart swalloe in he throt

but ya never seen a ber or a moos that big, and runnin this fast at ya till you think he’s gon kill ya, but all he wants is yor dinn

well, it weren’t a moos or ber and it was not big afterall but jus a trick of the eye, but what was a coyote chasin his mornin food but eyes can play funny triks in the donn if you arnt full arose and if you hant eat for three day which i hant so trust yur eyes and not yur gut wen yor hungr say “lissen up”

Time Drifts by and I Wastd It

beofore my parents comin to thes shores they had me as a infant. I could unnestand the american dialects better than them, and so grown up i had to offer services to our neibor friends and acquantances.

In my teen yrs i had a rebellin aginst both my father and my mothers household, so i went to stay at old South Fort for a few years. I had done many things i am now ashamed for, but is learned to be still on cold and warm ngiths

now i’m driftern a bit, but bettern i was for thee shame i was put under by the devel and his cohrts, for they is wildr than this soil i grown up on and yet know nothin about religion or good things of the world.

my destiny is long, but i will find a way back.  my progeny calls me for i had seen them in a dream, which fortune i will tell at another time.

Deside to jurnal now

Lookin how thee new sentury is open with a fare shake and fortun, I deside to begin a new jurnal to state to thee wurld my ventures and fortuns.

Thee frunteer is blesed latly and I fel to giv al a far shake too.