Thursday, March 15, 1635

Barbara Kellarmännin stood at the bus stop in the Brethren settlement. This time of year, any frequently-trampled ground was both muddy and slushy, so she had chosen a firm spot a short distance away from her fellow students. She wore a thick coat over her dress and skorts underneath it as well as a heavy black bonnet. March was not as bitter as January or February, but it . . .

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