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I love the Winter's ice and snow --
I love the blazing fire --
I love the winds that coldly blow --
Yes -- Winter I desire --

I worshipped little Emma-; used to watch her coming to
and going from school-; her red or green dress from afar as
it came nearer, was a dear sight to me -- I was so excessively
bashful though that I could not speak to her-; my tongue
seemed paralyzed -- and I had to worship from afar-; she died
young-; before she grew up. There was a plump dark skinned
brunette of a girl, and good looking, save for a bad squint
in one eye, who boarded with us, who was a bad piece-; very
reckless, always trying to get me into mischief named Betty
Baugh. A family by name of Kernachan, lived on a grand old
plantation on what was called Colbert's Reserve, in the rich
Tennessee River Bottom, ten miles from town-; a family of
Scotch descent-; the old gentleman sent four daughters to us --
the eldest Maria -- grown -- Ann Eliza -- Matilda & Mollie-;
I have mentioned my infatuation for Matilda. These four girls
came in a carriage every Monday morning and returned on Friday
evenings-; the carriage coming for them.

On one occasion brother Thaddie went home with them for a
visit-; and on his return told such marvellous, Munchausen like
stories of his adventures there-; in the way of fishing --
hunting-; going into a great cave &c &c, that I was all impatience
to go myself-; and by & bye I did go myself, and found,