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Fair and warm, wind So.W.
Raked up rubbish this morning.
Frogs and toads haven’t gone into hibernation for the winter.
Raked up more rubbish this afternoon.
Arthur brought some more suitcases, he said Ernest, Peter, and his wife have gone into H.H. house for the winter.
After work, I took a hunting trip down thru Richmonds and across the road to the river and along by the Beach Club and back across the road back up thru Ira Ward’s ditch.
All I saw was Henry Davis, his dog, and a gun.
Thel and Ski are going to have supper up at the hall.
Mr. Magee is up in the Jordan Hospital, he ran off the road in Duxbury and got quite badly smashed up.
“To climb steep hills requires slow pace at first.” Shakespeare