November 17th Friday

Dad was awakened this morning about four o'clock by the piteous cries of his little pet canary, the wild one. He came out and found a rat, the rat we have all been plotting against and trying catch for the last two or three weeks chewing the little canary's leg. He scared it into the pantry and blocaded the door and then broke the old wooden spoon that Mr. Moon made killing the rat but he did kill it. He let it, the canary go till noon and then found that its leg was broken right off so he had to kill it. Bill and Lila Dad and I went out and got a hauled corn stalks. We got three loads jags in and unloaded by noon and there is about another jag standing and the rest are all down and too wet to bring in. It began to sleet about noon and soon turned into rain. It rained all the after noon and is yet and much mildee rto-night. All the sbnow has vanisjhed and given place to mud. Bill wemnt down town this afternoon Dad and I did not do much but chores this aftrer noon. I read "The O' Ruddy" most of the time and find it is an excellent book.