FRIDAY, OCTOBER 7, 1870.

I Starded for home this morning about half past nine from Springers. Had a prosperous journey home. Got here about eight. Did something last night which I have not done for years before. Springers were all in bed when I got there and rather than disturb them I took a buffalo and slept in the barn. The roads home were bad. I learned after I came that there had been rain every day this week here. While in Toronto there has been none.

SATURDAY, OCTOBER 8, 1870.

Comenced my usual routine of duties today. This forenoon we cleaned off the buggy. Started the plough to day for the first to do the fall ploughing. Mother and I went out to Dover to night. She did not come home with me. Seasons of darkness still cover my path and, doubtless, will as long as I live. In spite of constant efforts to trust all things to my Maker and to recieve every dispensation of His Providence with a thankful heart, I often find myself mis[trust?]ing.