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mies safe arrival there on Sunday. A note from Marion Booth sending me her Uncle Edwins address and a letter from Jake Sharpe

Sunday July 11. 1880. Walked across the common after breakfast and took Park along for a swim in the creek which he enjoyed very much. Returning I gathered a banquet of Thyme, sweet clover, daisies and Yarrow from the parched fields and placed them in dear Gertrudes grave. It was along this very path where she thought of me when I was absent and of how sad it would be if one day she should be walking there and I were gone forever. Dear darling; how my lovely soul cried for her as I so vividly recalled her walking here and thinking tenderly of me. When I came home I wrote upon my wood article and have written letters to Mary, Downing, Bowyer, Sara, Jake Sharpe, and Marion Booth. We had a slight shower. It has been very hot and when I returned from my walk I was obliged to change my clothes.

Monday 12. A letter from Sara today written at Fort Halleck last Monday giving us an account of her and Jamies journey. Had no trouble and was surprised at the ease with which it was accomplished. Telegraphed to church I would come up in the 11 o'clock train. When I reached Kaatskill Station I found my telegram had gone to him only 20 minutes before. Waited half an hour until they sent down for me. Found them both looking badly. Church with rheumatism. Mrs. Carns was there. Came back by evening train. A telegram came from Dr. Otis saying he would pass the night with them. Met him at the station. We had a hard rain and I walked up home in the rain but welcomed it nevertheless. A letter from Mr. Chickering delighted with his picture and cordially inviting me to come and visit him at his country place near Boston any time between now and November. 

Tuesday 13. Walked on the common this morning and stopped at the cemetery. Have been greatly depressed. Came home and wrote a little on my article. After dinner I drove to the post office and found a letter from Fred Sawyer relative to the articles Oscar sent. Went with my mother to take a number of the smaller children out to the ford at the Saw Kill where they had a pleasant time. I do not think I have been there since my mother, Mrs. Davis and dear Gertrude and I were there two years ago the 27" of this month when I made a little sketch in which they all appear, my mother and