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June 22, 1852

Ethan, Yenn, and I went to the square this morning. And, even though the South is definitely more rural than the North, it is possible to discern that industrialization has hit it. For example, the steel plow that Yenn and I used yesterday. It was developed by John Deere in 1804 - within the Industrial Revolution in America. The steel plow is a huge improvement from the iron one. The steel plow didn’t allow soil to stick to the blade, allowing it to break through tough soil quicker and more efficiently than the iron plow did. This is simply one of the many industrializations that have been made, and I am positive that more are to come.
Ethan dragged me to a corner restaurant, with Yenn trailing behind us. I could feel his amusement at Ethan’s childish behavior rolling off him in waves. I shook off the fluttering in my stomach that arose at his touch and allowed myself to be dragged along with a smile.
We headed back to Yenn’s house after we ate. Yenn said he had some paperwork to do varying on different subjects, so to make ourselves at home. I suppose I shall go outside and soak in the beauty of Mother Nature while Ethan finishes his tragic novel..
~ One Hour Later ~

Yenn suddenly told us that we had to leave tonight. He offered no explanation, simply a “You need to go West. Tonight.” and said no more. He’s been preoccupied the rest of the night, bustling around and gathering papers and books. Ethan and I hurriedly packed our things and set off to travel by wagon to Nashville, Tennessee.

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