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shaft and wheel, and his skull fractured. The un- 

 happy man was the only son of my dear friend Ed- 

 ward Finch. I preached on the Sabbath. I have 

 passed three nights at B. Arthur's, two at friend Alex- 

 ander McDowell's, and one night at Colonel Hutch- 

 inson's. My consolations are great. I live in God 

 from moment to moment. The poor Colonel is like 

 myself — broken to pieces. I feel deeply upon my 

 mind the consequence of this charge (Columbia). 



Thursday, 7. We met a storm, and stopped at 

 William Baker's, Granby. 



