waded in although they didn't look for her on account of the weather but she & Enah have been cleaning the parlor all day. Frank went out at eleven o'clock to feed his ducks this morning and found all but four of them in a heap out side the box dead, one wasn't quite dead but it soon died. He put the four live ones over in the barn as he thinks it was the rain killed them but they were all well at seven when he fed them before. We haven't done any thing but sit around all day I read "The Lay of the last Minstrel" This after noon Frank drove Mrs. McBride down town and got the paper which confirms the report of Kitchener's death. Mrs. McBride said that she was in Simcoe last night and and about eleven o'clock Bob Mead ran in and said the last report was that he was saved but the morning's paper had been issued since then. Kitchener was on his way to Petersgrad when the cruiser Hampshire which was carrying him & his staff struck a mine or was torpedoed off the Orkneys and they think no one has been saved. Sir Wm. Robertson it is thought will take his place in the War office. About five o'clock to-night Frank noticed a lot of our cattle down at Ben Ivey's corner at the end of the road so he and I went down to get them, they were all in Martins field. Ben Ivey told Frank that they had come up throug his place. There were only five of the cows and the three steers so I went back Ivey's lane to see if I could find the rest of them. I heard a young crow squawk back there in one of his pine trees and saw a little bedraggled looking fellow sitting on a limb so I threw two or three sticks at him and he at last flew down and lit in a mud-puddle where I easily caught him, so I brought him up in side my coat and put him in Dad's bird cage. I looked all through the gully for the cattle but as they had gone up or Dad. had brought them up I couldn't find them. I waded through the creek up to my knees more than once. Dad. said he had yelled at me when I was going down Ivey's lane but I hadn't seen him. It didn't matter much as I was soaked then. Thursday June 8th Charlie Quanbury was in here for quite awhile this morning and he traded collars as the one he had on Art's horse was too big for him. Frank & I took Daisy May up to Ham. Thompson's again and got back about twelve. Dad. beat