Daisy's Diary: Diary Entry: 2nd September 1865

Extract from the Introduction by Professor Bills Whitney of Missouri University History Department to the first volume of Old West Settlers Diaries (published by Paper Theatre Press):

It is with some nervousness that we present these diaries for publications. Discovered in a hoard of old documents and personal items in an old shack out on the plains of North America, we have been able to study at length the journals and diaries of many early settlers of the United States. We have been able to verify the truth of most of them, such as The Diary of Willam H. Ashley, March 25 - June 27, 1825 (1) and others that are available to view at: www.over-land.com/diaries.html

However, we have had more difficulty with what we have come to call the Daisy Diaries. They are certainly written in the authentic voice of a young girl. She is nine years old in the first diary that we have in our possession, and was clearly well educated, for her writing is engaging and clear of most of the slang of the day. It is, I warn you, fantastical in many places and, if it is to be fully believed, downright horrifying at times. Records of the 1860s are notoriously unreliable, but we have been able to confirm that Mitch Seeker and Daisy Adams were in fact real people. Details are scarce, but our research continues.

As part of our ongoing research project into personal journals of settlers in the Old West, we present here regular highlights of Daisy's Diaries, the language edited in places for the modern reader. As new entries appear on this website, it would greatly help our work if readers would leave comments to help us better understand the content of Daisy's Diary. Please feel free to post your own strange experiences. Surely Daisy cannot be alone in experiencing weirdness.
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Diary Entry: 2nd September 1865 - Part 2

There it was, cloaked in darkness, but glowing with a strange light from inside its skull. A skeleton! Its eye holes were yellow and flickering, as if it was a Hallowe'en pumpkin. Its jaw dropped open, bit loosely on the bread.

Crumbs tumbled over its cracked teeth and down its throat. Well, they would have done if the throat was still there. Bits of bread fell over the skeleton's ribs and landed on the ground.

I went to pull my catapult out of my inside pocket, but before I could move, something big and hard thumped against the skeleton's skull. Light sprayed out through lots of tiny cracks as the skull wobbled and started to fall apart!

When I saw what had hit the skeleton, I could scarce believe it!

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