Thursday, Aug 30, 1883 It has been a little warmer today. Downing, Julia, Harry and I walked out to the view. I have a boil coming on my hip now just as Downing and I want to make our camping arrangements. I wrote to Alice and to Miss Nesmith. The summer is almost gone and an autumnal feeling is in the air. We have had no rain in some time and the grass is dying and the weeds ripening. The birds have disappeared. The little "chippies" for whom we scattered crumbs in front of the house my father says have not been seen for a week past. I keep thinking of my dear Gertrude constantly and thoughts of her color all the days. I want to get to work again as soon as I can for it is only then that I am happy.