Nor must you keep it, for then some one might see it, but you must burn it, and this you will have to promise me to do.
There were so many things I wanted to write about, but I do not quite dare.

We have had a good harvest; potatoes bring a high price, and here at the Heidegards we have plenty of them.

But the bear has done much mischief among the cattle this summer: he killed two of Ole Nedregard's cattle and injured one belonging to our houseman so badly that it had to be killed for beef.

I am weaving a large piece of cloth, something like a Scotch plaid, and it is difficult.

And now I will tell you that I am still at home, and that there are those who would like to have it otherwise.