ToDay is the Birthday of
Fair and warm, fine day Wind So.
Geo Cromwell came up on the hill this morning and gave me a box of cranberries.
Came home at noon around by the river, saw a fowl in the reeds by the Beach Club, thought it was a coot or Mud Hen.
Aunt Bertha called up and said that she had a letter from Bobbie and he expects to be home for xmas.
After dinner I took my gun and Jack hunted up the west side of the River down from Hawthaway’s to Haden Mill then over to the Zink Mill and back down the east side of the river to Rover St and saw nothing but crows.
Stopped at A. Churchills and dug into an Indian camp that has never been touched. I found a piece of graphite and one arrowhead.
“Gold is tried by fire, brave men by adversity.” Seneca
Arrowheads Up the Hill 