November 17th Friday

Dad was awakened this morning about four o'clock by the piteous cries of his littlepet 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 olsd 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 ahauled corn stalks. We got htree loads jags in and unloaded by noon and there is about another jag, stanbding and the rest are all down and too wet to bring in. It began to sleet about noon asnd soon turned