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paint like Rousseau of Danluguie[[guess]]. I saw in the Post this evening a commendation of a picture by Blakelock as resembling Rousseau. The Hungarian Gipsey band of musicians were to have played in Liscomb Opera House this evening but they failed to come. I had two tickets. It is cold and windy tonight and there are beautiful moonlight effects on the glazed snow which still remains in the folds. I have no desire to go to New York and would rather stay here and paint things I see all about me.

Saturday Dec. 4" 1886. Cold. Went down town and invited John McEntee to dine with us on Sunday and attended to some errands. At work in my studio until 3 o'clock. Painted the dawn on the glittering snow I saw last night and a little autumn picture from one of my studies of this fall. I find I can keep comfortable enough to paint in my studio even in this weather with the fire in my Franklin. A fire which one can come close to enables one to bear a much lower temperature than with a stove. We used to test this painting out of doors in the Autumn with a little fire to warm our fingers. After I finished painting I went over and looked at the work done on Chester St. They have left their mark. They did not work today, the ground being too hard frozen. Mrs. Cantine called just as our dinner was served and not knowing it she staid an hour. There was much ice in the creek this morning and at Albany navigation is about suspended. I had a letter from Lucy today as did Sara.

Sunday Dec 5" Very cold the mercury registering 4[[degrees]] above zero. I made a little water color sketch in the sitting room, not very good. It began to snow during the forenoon. I went up to my room and made a drawing looking down towards the town lying in the grey of the snow storm with the trees and the near branches relined against it, very charming in nature. There is no limit to the beauty and interest of the winter landscape. I wrote to Mr. Sawyer in answer to his letter of Nov 9" to my father. John McEntee came to dinner. He has two large boilers for the City of [[strikethrough]] Kaatskill [[/strikethrough]] Troy loaded on boats to go to N.Y. and the weather is so cold and ice forming so rapidly he fears they will be frozen in. They are to go to N.Y. and if not delivered will cause him great loss. He left about 7 o'clock. I think he was troubled. He went up and saw my father 

Monday 6. Still very cold. Mary went home, I drove her up to the 11 55 train and then drove down town for the mail. Mr. Tongue came to see me this afternoon his article of agreement and his deed differing a little. I told him I would do what was right and would consult my lawyer about it. I accordingly drove up in the cutter to see Kenyon. He said there was no need of doing any thing but if necessary I could give him a quit claim deed of the property opposite to the middle of the street. Kenyon was holding court in his office and I could hardly see across the room for the tobacco smoke. He had his hat on listening to arguments but got up and came into his porch office to attend to me. I made [[strikethrough]] two [[/strikethrough]] a sketch[[strikethrough]]es[[/strikethrough] today looking down on the town with an immense column of steam from the locomotive Wrote to Whittridge this evening. The wind is blowing a gale and there is a prospect of snow.

Tuesday 7" It snowed violently with a high N. wind and has continued most of the day. I walked down to the Post office through the storm and got some bolts for the window in the servants room which I put on. Then I went over to my studio and made a little sketch of last evenings sky and began another 8 x 10 of one of my winter sketches from the hill with a cloud of steam from the locomotive. It was pretty cold and I had all I could do with a big fire to keep my fingers warm enough to paint. The snow drifted into the garret and through every chink and cranny. Sara and I went over to Alidas fair for the Home" this evening