Thursday, May 25, 1882 A rainy day. It was very cold last night and today I was forced to put on my winter clothes. Have been getting things together for my journey. Not a word from Maurice who has been gone ten days now. I am afraid he is in trouble. Packed up the little picture I painted for old Mr. Tusman which is go to Andrews to give to him. The rain cleared off towards evening. I never saw the apple trees so loaded with blossoms. I wish I could paint them but I cant.