to meet Aunty & Mrs. Millman who came up from Toronto to-night. Dad. and I met them at the station. We saw the Quanbury boys on our way home out experimenting with Charlie's tractor which he has concocted out his gasoline engine and an old mower and scrap iron. It seemed to be running all right on the road. Fine and dry. Wednesday September 26th I spent most of the day cleaning out the chicken house and getting it ready to put in the pullets. Frank picked and sorted tomatoes and this after noon harrowed on the wheat ground after Dad. who was disking. He disked on the pea stubble all day. The Quanbury boys were over this after noon to clean up a load of oats. To-night Mr. & Mrs. Colin McNellige & Miss Shand were over to spend the evening. Fine day, the ground is very dry. Thursday September 27th Frank and I have been over at Jack Martin's thrashing wheat all day and are not half through yet. The stacks are tough and the separator was stopped a good part of the time. The tough sheaves were very hard on the cylinder teeth. Dad. worked on the pea stubble all day and got started to drill about five o'clock. Frank and I came home to tea as we thought he would want to drill late but he stopped at six thinking we would stay to tea. I went to the picture show to-night with Marj. Nice day. Elgitha calved back in the gully to-night and the calf died. Friday September 28th We have been thrashing all day to-day again and are still at it. It went slower to day than yesterday. We only thrashed 90 bushels this morning. We moved down to Cawley's barn to-day but the stacks down there seem to be in just as bad shape. Dad. finished drilling the field to-day and Frank went over to help him drill the grassy piece west of the ditch. Lea Marshall came after him - Dad - this afternoon to go down to Bruce Smith's to see a colt he has down there. Enah and the baby went down with them in the car. Cloudy all day, rained a little last night. Saturday September 29th We finished thrashing at Jack's about four o'clock to-day The oats and barley came through a little faster but the spring wheat was in bad shape. In the three days we thrashed 976 bushels of stuff. Dad. ran out the furrows in the wheat field to-day and did a few other chores. Looks rainy to-day.