Friday, Aug 15, 1884 Took a walk up the West Branch this morning about two or three miles to a pretty waterfall hoping to find some interesting places along the stream. All the timber gone. Passed the wrecks of three saw mills on the way. Came back with a discouraged feeling and almost made up my mind to go home. Those pests still stick to me. The most unaccountable thing in the wide world. About ten oclock took my box and went up the stream where I made a sketch and drew in another subject, and feel better this evening as I always do after a day of work. A man is stopping here who is going to drive to Kingston tomorrow. I have written a letter to Sara. Am reading Mrs. Carlyles letters. [Very?] entertaining. Some things about them remind me of my dear Gertrude.