Remittance ManChapter 3
--1820—- January saw the birth of a little girl to our family, yet the poor waif drew not her first breath. Cold and silent she came into this world, cold and silent she left it with no laughter nor joy between times. Katherine retreated into herself for a while. I took many a long walk in the woods. We held each other at night attempting to ease the pain of the other. We held and rocked Joshua and Mary to ease our hearts. I forced myself to labor rather than retreat. My forge was rebuilt...