Saturday September 6th

We finished hauling the oats & barley to-day but had quite a time doing it. Belle worked very nicely till the last two loads and then we put on pretty fair sized loads and the first one she balked on the hill when Dad locked the wheel but Dad. shoved it down on top of her so that she went off fairly well. The last load however was a real load and she stopped several times uninvited coming across the field but went off nicely when Dad. put a rope around her front fetlock. That little scheme failed to work however, when she felt the wheel lock on top of the hill but only seemed to make her worse. After working for quite awhile, Frank came back and he and Dad. by main force shoved the waggon down in spite of her. I then let her run to the top of the hill on the road and she went all right till we came to the barn. We had to haul this load in the barn as it only needed a few sheaves to finish the stack but she refused to go into the barn. All manner of persuasion failed to make her budge so Dad. tied her up solidly, took old Harry off and left her there till long after dark. We did the chores had tea and then took Harry out again and hooked him to the waggon and old Belle walked in without a word.