April 10 1834
My own son lef' me tuhday, he wuhs apparently murdered n' foun' in ye river. Per usual I drown mysef' in liquor n' otha spirits. All these people in this town are blamin' me for his murda as if I wuz the one to do it!! They all is thinkin' that eva sinces I becom an alcoholic that I wuz de one do murder me own son. Allz dis alchohol drowns out the screams in ma head from ever sinc' I was little when my own Pap tanned me in my own room whenevahs I did sumthin' wrong.
April 12 1834
It’s uh been two days since ma own son left me here, I is a missin’ my son and keep on wonderin’ when he will b back. I has been drownin’ out the sorrows wit even more liquor than evah’ befor. The alchohol has a been helpin’ me through dese tuff times. Ye townspeople is still blamin’ me for de death of ma son. I plans on leavin’ in the mornin’ to escape scrutiny and becom’ an slave owna and actually have someon’ to beat on so I can rid of mai anger issues. I plan on goin’ to the ol’ state of Arkansas where the n****** is plenty and where I can accualy make a decent livin’.
April 14 1834
I sincerely hav’ no clue if it are actually the day that I dun’ put in the top on tis piece of papah. But if it are then boy do I has a story fo’ yous! I left a yesterdah’ mornin’ n’ as I wuz leavin’ I wuz gettin’ attacked by a mob of people!! I dun threw my empty liquah’ bottles at them and den dey were on their ways back. I brought all da alcohol I cud carry onto mai raft and set sail down de river!!! I fell asleep afta’ drinkin’ mebbe three whole bottels of whisky and passed on out, so das why I not even sure if it are the fourteenth, but I suppose I will dun find out when I arrive In Arkansas.
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