am going to that picknic sumhow. i wish that old
sheep was ded. if i see a bear climing the fense to
kill that sheep and take off her skin and rap it up
in a neet roll the way bears do and then eat it, i
mean the sheep and leeve the skin and i had a gun in
my hand i woodent shoot that bear. that is the way
i feel about her. evry time i want to go ennywhere
i have to taik cair of that old sheep ferst.

August 13, 186---i havent seen a show in Exeter
for a long time. i wish i gnew how i was going to
that picknic.

August 14, 186---i was going fishing all day today
and taik my dinner with me but of coarse i
had to come back at one oh clock to feed that darned
old sheep. i wish we lived in a bear country.

August 15, 186---brite and fair. perhaps if i did
i woodent dass to go fishing. ennyway i wish that
old sheep was ded. i am still hoaping to go to that
picknic.

August 16, 186---we have had a terrible xciting
time here today. if it hadent been for Cele we wood
have lost our sheep. me and Keene fit hard with
clubs and broomsticks and kicking in the ribs and
pulling his tale but Cele done it. i shood never have
thougt of it. but Cele did. father says Cele is a
heroin. he says Cele has got some branes but that
me and Keene has got moar curage than jugment.
He says mother has got some branes two. i gess
father was tickled to deth about it.

well this is the way it was. old Henry Dow has
got a awful cros dog. when it aint tide he keeps it
with him. today it got untide or knawed its roap
and the ferst i gnew i heard Keene begin to screach
and a growl and a kind of choking sort of baa. i
was up in the barn lof, but when i herd that i come
down prety quick. when i got there old Dows dog
had that sheep rite by the gozzle and had throwed it
down. the lamn was trembling and baaing and
Keene was lamming that dog with a broom jest as
hard as she cood paist him and screaching as loud
as she cood. he dident mind the broom stick enny
more than a fether. i ran up and kicked him in the
ribs but that dident maik him let go. i got hold of
his tale and pulled and kicked but he hung on.
they was maiking a awful choking growly noise.
mother run out and then run back and i herd her
pumping a pale of water and i run for the ax. jest
as i got it and come out of the shed Cele come taring
out of the house with sumthing shiny in her hand
and throwed it rite in that dogs nose and eys, and
he let go and began to howl and paw at his