Here I come wishing all of you a Happy New Year. What did
you do Christmas? We had a delightful time—I have lived long enough to know
that in promoting the happiness of others you add to your own. Especially is
this true in regard to making children enjoy themselves. Our Christmas tree was
a success, but we came very near having a serious time of it, as a candle
ignited some of the paper ornaments on it, and in the scuffle which ensued
Santa got on fire—or at least the cotton his suit was trimmed in did. There was
plenty of help to put the fire out, and we were all right and soon got over the
scare.
I never heard of so many accidents from toy pistols and
guns. What is the matter with people that they have grown so careless? I have
put my pistol away and am almost afraid to look at it for fear it will blaze
away and shoot me anyway whether I touch it or not, and as to showing it to a
friend, I never think of doing such a thing. I wonder if folks won’t be afraid
to hunt after this? I would. It might be a good thing for the farmers if they
would stop for a few years; then the partridges would be numerous enough to
help them some. I don’t think there is any meat better than squirrel unless it
is wild turkey, but tame ones are good, too.
Well, I do not usually tell my ailments, but I must tell you
this time that I am afflicted with a stiff neck, and while I write I must sit
perfectly erect and look over my cheeks at the paper or raise it so high that I
can hardly write. I hope that in a few days I won’t be so high-headed and can
see things at my feet.
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