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younger brother and Frank Andersons wifes father. He seems to have got into a passion and deliberately shot the man twice, for pasturing his cows in the road near his farm. What trouble he has bought upon himself and his children by his violent temper. Cousin Rachel would be distressed if she knew it as Frank's wife is there with her children. What trouble people make for themselves when a little patience might have spared it all

Friday Sept. 4th 1885. It has been warmer today. We finished the drain and opened the road once more in front of the house. It is not entirely done as I shall have to get some more drain tiles. This is a much needed improvement and I am very glad it is accomplished. At 3 o'clock Mary, Sara, Cousin Rachel my father and I drove down to the Point to see a canoe race which was to come off at 4. They did not get started however until 5. Eight canoes participated and they had a good breeze from the S. My father got rather impatient and we came away shortly after the fleet rounded the buoy before the the wind and started on their return against the wind. Grant Van Deusen led when we left. It began to rain a little as we came away and shortly after we reached home we had a hard shower. I went over to my studio today and looked over my colors and ordered what I lacked from Derve. I begin to want to get to work out of doors and think now I will go to Shokan as that is near home and a pleasant place. I want to explore some of the points in that vicinity.

Saturday 5" A quiet day with brooding skies and a tinge of melancholy, rain in the afternoon clearing at evening with a beautiful twilight. Mary and I drove down town after breakfast to do some errands and at 10.30 I drove Cousin Rachel and Sara up to the train on their way to Kaatskill to visit Aunt Ann who with Jane is boarding there. I sat in the parlor the most of the afternoon with my father who sat before the fire in the Franklin while I read from my diary of our European Tour seventeen years ago, recalling many events which I had forgotten and living over a happy past with my dear Gertrude. If it were possible to know that she thinks of me in her far sphere as I think of her, life would be robbed of much of its loneliness.— Sara and Rachel returned at 6 oclock and I met them at the train and we have sat in the parlor all evening with a cheerful fire in the hearth. They found Aunt Ann much better than they expected and very comfortably situated. I am very glad I had them go for I was anxious to know about her.

Sunday 6" An ideal October day, with a clear beautiful atmosphere, too cool in the shade, but just the day for a walk in the mountains. I have thought of the mountains and the days like this with my dear Gertrude and the friends we used to have with us at Scribners and the long delightful rambles we used to take. I have written Tom McEntee that I would go out to his place next Saturday whether John was ready to go or not and also to Jannette Hubbard to tell her that probably Tom and I would drive over there next Sunday. I also wrote a note to [[?]] expressing my reluctance to let [[Grady?]] & Mc[[?]] ship my pictures to the Pa. Academy exhibition. While we were sitting in