219th day – 147 days follow
Cloudy
Arrowheads
They stayed at the camp and I took a basket to pick blueberries over where Archie and I got so many last summer.
Left the boat at the green turtle and walked over to the berrying ground (Blue) tracked an otter in a woods road.
There were no blueberries at all to pick so I took a walk over to the site that Bill Whiting and I dug, found one fair white arrowhead down by the edge of Haskils bog.
When I came back Thel and I tried the fishing, she hooked four small bass all too small to keep.
There was one of the cottagers got a four and half pound bass last night.
The Hathaways came about 3-PM and Archie, Jubbie and I fished a while, we had no worms so I cut up a small red perch into smaller pieces and used it for bait, we caught three good large hornpout.
Thel and the rest went home together, Archie and I went later, on the way home there was a strong of parachute flares lighting up the sea off of Manomet point.
When Archie and I got to Manomet they had gone out.
Mrs. Hornblower has left for Washington.
Arrowheads Up the Hill 