Tuesday May 14, 1889
Jervis McEntee Diary Entry, May 14, 1889, from the Jervis McEntee papers, 1850-1905, in the Archives of American Art, Smithsonian Institution
Tuesday, May 14, 1889 We went out again in the morning. It had rained [?] night but it cleared. John went up stream and I also [?] when I saw so many fisherman ahead of me I fished [?] R. R. bridge to where they are building a new bridge [?] when it began to rain a little and as I had no [?] came in. After a while I got some worms and went out again [?] stream and fished until half past [?] with worms and [?] when I went in as I had to take the train home [?] notifying John and he did not come in. I came home [?] At Phoenecia Mrs. Wheeler came in from her place [?] where she had been some time. She sat with me and [?] talk. I asked her to come home with me but she said she could not but that when she came up again she would [?] her night with us. The mountains are most attractive [?] lovely green values are fresh and [?] with the foliage and the sparkling streams. I love them and [?] no place where I have such sad and regretful feelings [?] I am there alone. Today when I sat down and ate my lunch [?] a wave of tender memories swept over me and blotted [?] all the present. I thought of dear Gertrude and how we used to [?] haunts when we were young and [?]; of Gifford, and friends who used to come to the mountains with us. I [?] would like to have a little [cottage?] somewhere to spend my summers in some of these quiet valleys, but now, much as I love to go [?] it would never do to live there. I would die of loneliness. The mail is carried from here to Clayville on the Neversink, [?] Isaac [?] brother, on foot. He goes out one day and [?]. He is nearly blind and can only just distinguish [?] July 1st Smith who has the [?] going to put on a stage and then one can go to the [?]. John met one of his old soldiers out there. [?] and he lives at Big Indian. He talked with John [?] expenses and seemed a good sort of man. It [?].
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