Sunday, November 8, 1868
Oh, what a dull, dismal day this has been! It has rained all day. It is concert night, but we cannot go.
The boys went up to Mr. Briggs’ this afternoon. Will finished husking corn to Mr. Davis to day. Rob came home this morning from Mr. McCain’s. He has just finished there, yet I have not seen David since last Monday to speak to him! I wish he would come to day. It is so lonesome and dull, but I guess he will not.
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