Journal Entries of Nathaniel Ottin

Untitled Part 12

5/15/1802

    Construction is the most boring thing to watch. I am sitting here, watching about 25 men lift bricks and wood. At least it's going faster than it was before; more men and more materials.

    I can't say when it'll be done, but I hope this doesn't go on for longer than two months. It took 15 men 2 weeks to get a quarter of this done, and that was with an injured man and a duel going on.

5/16/1802

    At least Sunday means a day off. I only have to put up with loonies for a few hours, then the rest of the day is relaxed.

    The man that Charlotte has been writing came for another visit. This time, we actually got to talk, even if only because Ollie got out and came rushing at him. He introduced himself as Lionel. I still don't like him that much.

5/17/1802

    Back to sitting around, commanding workers, and doing nothing in the summer heat. I miss Numia; it was cool even in the summer. I doubt it snows here. I loved the snow as a child.

    This bullet wound seems to be almost healed. I don't want to risk getting an infection, though, so the wrappings are staying on until the doctors tell me to take them off. I don't want to die from the aftermath of a duel. Actually, I just don't want to die.