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Turkey and trimmings.It was good and enjoyed by Buddy,Freda and me.

Snowed again last night.Just a good day staying inside.Plenty of firewood stacked up in the corner and food more than we can eat.Only reason for opening the door is for Buddy and Freda to get some fresh air you know.

Just sitting here in my rocker with my pipe watching the snow covered land out the window.We had good luck during the fall trapping season and enough was made to stock us up on vittles for the cold times ahead.Even enough was made for a few jugs of sour mash.Good for the spirit and taking the chill off these winter nights.

My prize possession is a repeating Winchester rifle.It is a 45 caliber and will take down any marauding wild animal such as bear or some wild human bent on mischief.The repeater and my Bowie knife are the tools of my trade.

Trapper,hunter mountain man.

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We made it back Buddy,Freda and me.Good luck also was with us.A big gobbler was seen and dispatched.Thanksgiving we eat high on the hog so to speak,Rabbits and squirrels are plentiful here on the mountain but turkey will be a treat.

The sun has set and the wind still howls.A cold night lays ahead for us.The little one room cabin heats up fast from the roaring fireplace.We three are all around the fire.Buddy and Freda are curled up on the floor eyes open almost like the fire has them in a trance.That is easy to do,I feel the heat myself and the warmth and blaze and curling smoke up the chimney almost put me into a trance also.

No one makes a sound.Maybe all three of us are giving thanks for the good day and the turkey,

Thanksgiving we eat good.

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Big snowfall last night.Least 3 foot on the ground.Really cold and the wind is howling.Soon as I get the fire started and some coffee made think I go out with my hounds Buddy and Freda and try tracking some rabbits for Thanksgiving.

Rabbits or squirrels cause no turkeys have been seen lately.Life is not easy here up on the mountain.Days are short and nights long.My only companions are Buddy and Freda.They are good listeners but not much on conversation.

I see the sun peaking through the pines.It's blazing yellow orange and maybe it will take a little of the chill off.This year is almost gone soon it will be 1860.I heard from a flatlander that there is trouble brewing.Something about politics best I could gather.Seems those Northerners are imposing things on the South that some don't like.There is talk of succeeding from the Union and that will most likely lead to no good.

It don't concern me.That is why I'm up in the mountains to get away from those petty problems they have down there.Me, Buddy and Freda that is my world.

Ok coffee is brewed my bearskin coat and hat feel warm in the cabin with the roaring fireplace so I'm off for a day of hunting and exploring.