We had a hard frost last night and today has been like a perfect October day as was yesterday. Maurice and I took a walk up to the Keykout yesterday and a short distance beyond. There were magnificent skies. Every where the sense of Autumn. The corn cut up, ripe rank weeds and people digging the potatoes. I have just come from attending Mr. Shufeldts funeral with my father. His sons were there. The Commodore, Alexander, William and Henry fine stalwart men. Henry came up and spoke with me. I was amazed to find it is eighteen years since he went away. He is a middle aged man and I remembered him as a young man. Told me I did not grow old. I could not flatter him in that way. I looked at the old man in his plain black coffin and felt anew the mystery of death. Here is a great and sudden change. A home suddenly deprived of its head and utterly broken up. He and his wife had lived together fifty nine years. This sober day, this sudden change in a long established home, the gathering of neighbors and friends to testify their respect, it was very pathetic and added another proof to the seriousness of life. Wrote to Whittredge today that I expect to go to the Corner about Oct. 1 and hoped his child would be so well that he could join me, but not hearing from him today I fear the worst.