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McEntee asked me to go fishing out to Glen End which I said glad to go anywhere. My father for whom I try to have respect continually destroys my respect for him by his obstinacy and lack of charity and consideration for me and others. I own I ought not to harbor resentment but nevertheless I feel savage  and morose. I would have gone to the mountains today but there are symptoms of a storm and I think I will wait as the Equinoctial may reasonably expected now.

Friday Sept 21 1877. Went out to Shandaken by the afternoon train on Wednesday and staid one night at Laurents. Thursday walked about nearly all day trying to find something to paint as I wanted to go out there in October but I confess I found nothing. There are no fine trees in attractive details of any sort. The country simply looked bare and bald and uninteresting and I came back yesterday discouraged. Today I have been trying to paint a composition but I feel worried and troubled, chiefly that I cannot decide where to go to get some autumn studies.

Sunday 23. The usual equinoctial storm so far has entirely failed. The drought is most oppressive. I have tried to paint but cannot. I am unhappy because I am not at work and I don't know where to go. Much as I dread going alone I must go somewhere soon, just as soon as the autumn color comes on. Joe Jenkins left yesterday. I do not think he was able to go but he got discontented here and I think the depression here drove him away. We are not happy as a family and I regret it greatly.

Note: Being a diabetic for twenty years -  my father was one, I cannot but think Uncle Jervis was one. He has all the earmarks. His fine sense of exercising no doubt saved him. Girard L. McEntee
Colonel U.S. Army, Ret'd