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Fair and warm, wind So.
The kids went down tot he camp in Milt’s truck.
Thel, Archie, Fannie, and I went down to the camp at four pm.
When we got to Haskills bog, I got out and took a water pail and went toward Triangle Pond looking for blue berries. I picked about three quarts, went over to Pickerel Pond looking for swamp berries, but found none.
When I got to the Camp they all were there.
The kids caught two fine big bass.
I fished after dark, got nothing.
Six of us slept out on the porch.
A colored soldier was drowned in G.H.P. Past Sunday. He had been in the army for sixteen years and his name was Jesse Vaughn.
“Friends have all things in common.” Pythagorus
Arrowheads Up the Hill 