Sunday, Jan 16, 1881 The mercury was below zero last night. Downing and I went over to the cemetery after breakfast as I wanted to pay Pat a small bill I owed him. The snow is very deep and the walking very difficult as there is a crust which breaks through. We went around to dear Gertrudes grave. The snow lay white and deep above her, and as I stood there an awful sense of her loss swept over me and I could not help a flood of tears. How constantly I think of her at home and how almost holy the house and the place seems so full of memories of her I loved so dearly. We went for a ride about noon, my father, Sara, Downing, Jimmy and I by the Roatina, Charley Livingstons and home. It was such a perfect winter day we all enjoyed it very much, and when we reached home we had dinner.