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ening in bed to a chorus of all kinds of birds under a gray sky and watching the unseasonable snow sift through the hemlocks.

P.M.  Worked all morning to get hot beds made & covered before they should be filled up. 
Wet job.
Night.

Over in the back woods that were - about sundown. 
The snow clouds were parting & revealed here & there the purified blue. One