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rained all day and I have felt unusually weak and dizzy. I hope I will be better tomorrow and try to charge my bad feeling to a lack of sleep and the damp, cool weather.

Friday July 22. 1887. Still rainy and threatening. It held up however and showed signs of clearing and I took the 10.40 boat on the river and went to Hudson to spend a day and a night at Mary Giffords. Arthur met me at the station with a buggy and drove me up. Mary and her father were there, Mollie (Mrs. Sibley) and her child, and Charlie on a vacation from St. Paul. After lunch Mary and I walked up to the cemetery the weather looking very threatening and the afternoon warm & clear. Their cemetery is very pretty and they are enlarging it. It belongs to the city and is kept in order by the corporation. We stopped at the furnace and saw Mill. We dined at 5 and after dinner Mary got a carriage and we drove down to Churchs. We had a slight shower on the way. They were out dinning but we waited half an hour when they returned so that we had only a short visit with them. Minnie and Louis were at home but Fred had gone to Alaska. Mr. Church looked very feeble and said he had suffered from the hot weather. Mrs. Church looked well but I thought they could not be very happy. In the night the rain poured down in torrents. 

Saturday 23" Still close damp and dismal. Mary and I came away by the day boat the new one, the New York, a fine boat. Mary going to Pokeepsie. We sat out on the deck all the way but it rained again when I got off. I had a pleasant visit although I feel the sadness of the vacant places there. I went up into Sanfords Studio this morning, but it made me feel badly to see the things so closely connected with him. Old Mr. Gifford is past 91 and yet he walks clear down to the river and seems to almost as bright and interested as ever. He told me he was lonely at times and lived much in the Past. Getting home again I am depressed but must strive against it. A letter from Tom McEntee in answer to mine telling him of my fathers death. He wants me to come out there

Sunday 24 Still dismal and raining although there were promises of clearing last night. The wind is North and it may clear. I have written Lucy a long letter, to Weir and to Miss Nesmith.

Monday 25" It rained at intervals all day yesterday. This morning the sun shone but the weather does not seem settled. I seem more feeble and weak than ever and am discouraged. I am not getting on at all. I walked over to where they are building Mrs. Folants house but I feel as though I were falling to pieces. Some of our hay has been down since last Thursday and is spoiled. There is only a little of it fortunately. At times today it has been very hot. 

Tuesday 26 A hot, clear night and today it is raining again. Poor old Robinson came here today for the first time since just after my fathers death. He said he had an attack of Inflammatory rheumatism, but it was easy to see it was paralysis. His voice and speech were much affected and he looked changed and as though his days were numbered. Sara gave him a bundle of my father's clothes. My father had great pity for him. It gave me a start to see him in this condition, for although he is much more than I am I think I know how he feels. A letter came from Lucy this morning to Jamie telling him his 

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