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The old man's Vision - I had a vision once, my son When the wing footed hours of Youth Sped swiftly by; nor had begun The struggle between Wealth & Truth To rule the tenor of my life And guide my steps through worldly strife - I wandered idly o'er the plain, Half listening to the cheerful birds, Half gazing at the yellow grain, Half noticing the peaceful herds - Yet feeling in that lovely spot The absence of ___ I knew not what. I lay beneath the olive trees And watched the far off Appenines Flowers lent fragrance to the breeze That hastened from those dreary pines And snowy peaks and forest gloom To revel in the rich perfume. So slumber stole upon me there Beneath the silvery olive leaves Couched among fern and maidenhair A furlong from the barley sheaves [[end page]] [[start page]] I skin - Poor, smoky bath today. Got a snowbird but little injured make a cage for him but he dies in the course of the day - I have a good many specimens of them. Boil the goose for dinner [[line]] In the afternoon a Kakiaksky Indian brings me two haunches of venison & a breast beside This is a very welcome addition to our larder as the geese & ducks have not yet arrived in any numbers and we have nothing but salt fish & rabbits in the store, the last so old as to be hardly fit to eat - skin 11 birds [[line]] Saturday May 2. 68 [[line]] Another man arrives from Takitesky. Kurill finishes the oars and goes out shooting but kills nothing. Get Yagor to mend Johnnys ramrod & knife. Evening propose to Kurill to go to Takaitsky & see if he can buy or shoot any deer. Yagorsha & Lotsa start tomorrow to buy meat there