Saturday, 11th May, 1867

A beautiful day, but I am feeling stirred up and can’t get settled in mind. Never saw such times as these, always something or other turning up to perplex and annoy, and being creatures of circumstances, we often are thrown off our guard and caused to wander away obsequiously. Mr. Harris’s little girls walked with _?_ _?_ _?_ Pigeo and I took a _?_ _?_ Zion in a tumbrel _?_ _?_ almost too dark to _?_. Expected all the children but _?_ and I was sorry she left her, for she is my favorite _?_ _?_.1Water damage on this page has rendered many faint words unidentifiable, so far.