1863, December 28 Its dawn, I shiver from the cold winter wind. Captain says we must move out today to Mon Louis Island. I have a friend down there. His name is Edward Girard. Ed married Julianne Herpin and lives on a Bayou they named Bayou Julianne.
Ed was indentured to Mr. Herpin at his Mercantile store on Fowl river. He worked hard and impressed Mr. Herpin so that he sold him five acres and allowed him to marry one of his daughters, Julianne.
Julianne is a beautiful women many a man would kill to hold her if only for a night. She has long jet black hair that is softer than silk that flows in gentle waves down her back to her waist. She is very proud of it and takes great care to tend to it properly. Ed tells me he loves to sit in his chair after supper and watch her brush and braid it before retiring each night.
Ed and I have spent many a hour on Fowl river trapping fish, stickin flounder and cutting Cedar trees to make fence post.
I only hope the Yankees don't come ashore some day and kill um all.
Time to muster to begin the trek. All for today.
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