pe down so not to nock down the pans
and kittles. so father he was down celler and he holered for the milkman
to come down and when he went down he hit his head aginst the boiler and
nocked it down and all the kittles and pans tumbled down on his head and
went banging down into the celler and you never heard such a feerful
noise. father was mad as time, but after the milkman was gone we all
laffed as if we wood die. mother and Aunt Sarah had to set down they
laffed so. mother said it made more noise then the thunder did last
nite.

Aug. 5. me and Cawcaw Harding has got a new way of fishing for pikeril
when we are in a bote. one of us padles the bote and the other skips for
pikeril. when you try to pull a pikeril into a bote most half of the
time he goes over the bote into the water, so when me and Cawcaw fishes
when the feller which is skiping gets a bite he lets him have it a minit
and the feller whitch is padling the bote padles towards the shore and
then the feller whitch is skiping gumps rite out as soon as the water
aint over his head and gives a big yank, and the pikeril goes saling
into the field. sumtimes when it is woods the line gets tangled all up
in a tree and we have to shin up the tree or cut it down to get the
pikeril. we get prety wet but we dont cair. we always ring out our close
when we get done fishing and they is most dry when we get home. today
the bigest pikeril we caugt got up in a tree and we coodent shin up the
tree and we coodent plug him down with rocks so we had to leeve him
there. we got 12 pikeril. we are going monday.

Aug. 6. brite and fair. today after sunday school Beany he came over and
we made up. this was the longest time i ever was mad with Beany. i am
glad we aint mad enny more. father let me go to ride with Mister Watson
and Beany this afternoon. we went down to the beach and took our
lunchun. when we was coming home me and Beany got most asleep and our
legs got asleep two, so Mister Watson he told us to get out and walk a
little and we wood be all rite and when we got out he whiped up his
horse and drove of lively and made me and Beany walk most a mile. we kep
awake after that you bet. i had a good time.

Aug. 7, 186- clowdy but no rane. me and Cawcaw went fishing agen today
in the bote ferst i padled and he skiped and then he padeled and i
skiped. when we got up by the cove i got a bite and Cawcaw he padled
the bote towards the shore and i gumped out lively and gumped into a