ToDay is the Birthday of Frieda Ekberg
Fair and warm, wind west.
Went up on the hill this morning and took a walk over the river and up by Pete Chauteaus to see if I could see anything of the buck I tracked up there yesterday.
Saw Josie Wood and talked about wild birds.
Saw Fred Moon.
After dinner, Wanetta came in with her two kids for a couple of hours.
Went up on the hill to close up the house.
When I got back, Walder, Pic, Arnie, her baby, and Eric were all here, and stayed till 9 P.M.
Ski went up to Fellowship tonight.
Showed Walder my story I am writing on the Browne camp, he approved of it.
“The worst of slaves is he whom passion rules.” Brooke
Arrowheads Up the Hill 