Thursday July 12th I hung around for about an hour this morning waiting for Enah to get ready to go down town then I drove her with the baby down and they have been down all day. I came home with some two inch nails to finish making the lamb creep. The town appeared to be full of Orangemen this morning and they were to say the least a "seedy" looking crowd. They didn't "walk" till this after noon but they were all bedecked with their gorgeous orange & blue collars and badges which did not accord well with the rest of their apparel which was in most cases faded, baggy and soiled. They all looked to be of the same tribe from the old men who shambled around the streets in bunches and looked as if they were regretting the days when the 12th of July was celebrated in a wet Ontario to the young bucks, who in the first flush of their pride in their membership of the Orange Lodge betrayed by their appearance that their idea of legitimate happiness was to prance around the streets on a gala day arrayed in their Sunday clothes and to smoke cigars or eat ice cream cones & popcorn with their best girls. Of course there were mothers & children intersperced through the crowd all no doubt imbued with the same spirit of patriotism and religion which inspired their fathers, husbands and elder brothers. Right after dinner