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George C. Burmeister diary, 1862
1862-10-29 -- 1862-11-01
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Wed. 29. I find my parents are still in the same indigent circumstances in which they ever have been, vigorously contending against their bitter master, poverty. I do not know why they do not progress, with all the hard labor and constant thought upon their business. There seems to be something wrong. I have advised father to leave his farm, and take work in a cabinet shop, in Muscatine this winter, he seems to be unwilling to do so. Thurs. 30 Spent my time in looking over the farm and noticing the progress that has been made during my absence from home, I found ever thing in nearly the same situation that I left it. This country does not suit me; it is too rolling. The people too don’t appear right. Fri. 31. I went hunting today in order to kill time, but found nothing to shoot; the Indians are hunting in the neighborhood, and get nearly everything that is to be had. Spent the rest of the day in reading old newspapers; the mail communications are so miserable here that you don’t get the papers until they are about two weeks old. I would not live here if the best farm should be mine. November 1st Sat. 1 Well another month has commenced, and with it, new responsibilities and hopes, but while the first grow heavier, the latter grow dimmer.
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Wed. 29. I find my parents are still in the same indigent circumstances in which they ever have been, vigorously contending against their bitter master, poverty. I do not know why they do not progress, with all the hard labor and constant thought upon their business. There seems to be something wrong. I have advised father to leave his farm, and take work in a cabinet shop, in Muscatine this winter, he seems to be unwilling to do so. Thurs. 30 Spent my time in looking over the farm and noticing the progress that has been made during my absence from home, I found ever thing in nearly the same situation that I left it. This country does not suit me; it is too rolling. The people too don’t appear right. Fri. 31. I went hunting today in order to kill time, but found nothing to shoot; the Indians are hunting in the neighborhood, and get nearly everything that is to be had. Spent the rest of the day in reading old newspapers; the mail communications are so miserable here that you don’t get the papers until they are about two weeks old. I would not live here if the best farm should be mine. November 1st Sat. 1 Well another month has commenced, and with it, new responsibilities and hopes, but while the first grow heavier, the latter grow dimmer.
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