June 18th, 1865
Mother gave birth to a boy just over a fortnight ago now, and everyday I pray to God that no ill comes to him. My pleas desperately now with fever spreading through the city. I hear whispers from below in Mister Murphy's, strained voices worrying on what the illness could be. The census from the customers, by way of the local doctor, fear that Smallpox has once again come to this city. Papa had cow before we left England, which I have heard may keep him safe in the new plight. I hope to God it does. The Reynolds' cleaning girl, Molly, is said to have taken ill. They are two doors down.
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The Jessa Hopkins Chronicles
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