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Thru the veil I asked what have I done today to be thus robbed of my rightful share of the evening? and I faintly remember the falling of dead pear trees that resisted the axe in unbalancing them. And many hours ago it must be more than thirty when the sun was still low in the east. I rubbed white paint on a door with a stick that had the black whiskers of some animal tied to it. O! And what many hours when the sun was yet two hours hight [[high]] in the west. Alice and I sat in a corn field and put colors [[strike through]]and[[strike through]]with more sticks and pigs hairs on a board and when we got back we were told it looked like a yellow tree and corn schuks [[shucks]] Then we all ate and now we're all going