Ther. Tues. July 12, 1898 Wea.

This is a fine day, but war, and dusty, They are all away celebrating the 12th, but I had to stay home as usual I would liked to have gone, I went to the field and cut some straw for a hat or two James went up home last night,

Ther. Wednesday 13 Wea.

I rose this morning and after breakfast Phemia came down to see if we would have any berries for sale, I then harnessed {Dandy?} and went up to the station for the boys and James, they came all night, Lancie and I picked some red currants.