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February16th,1850

Deardiary,
TodayFathergavemesuchafright!Hecommandedmeto
cleanthechickencoop.ButasitisFebruary,andmightycold,I
beggedhimnottomakeme.Towhichhesaidtobiteabullet!(A
bullet,canyouimagine?)Iaskedhimwhatintheheavensthatmeant,
hopingthatIdidnthavetoactuallybiteabullet.Hetoldmeitwas
somethingcalledanidiomandthathewouldexplainitafterIcleaned
thecoop.Ididsoquicklyforcuriosityhadtakenover.

WhenIhadreturned,Fatherwassittinginhisfavoritechair
nexttoabigfire.IsatdowninMotherschairandFatherbeganto
tellmeastory.Hetoldmethathisfriend,WilliamBtown(towhomI
haveneverbeenacquanted.)wasonthebattlefieldwhenhehadto
haveabullettakenoutofhisarm.Tohelpdistracthimfromthepain
hebitdownonabullet.(allofthisoccuredonthebattlefield.!Imagine,
surguryonthe
battlefield
Hesaidthatpeoplenowuseitasan
expressonmeaningyouhavetodosomethingyoumightnotwantto

IdontthinkthatpeoplewillusethephraseBitethebulletalotthough

Love

Elizabeth

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