Friday, 22nd March, 1867

Pouring down rain and has rained through the night. We have not had one clear day this month that I know of. – – Shocking accts, by the paper of “freshets” and inundations of cities and counties and loss of life &c. It has rained all day. It would have been in vain to attempt to keep a fire in the kitchen for poor John, so I had to take him in my chamber, couldn’t be so inhumane as to see him suffer for anything that is in my power to do for him. He seems to have new life since I have taken him in. Shelled some peas for me to sow when it stops raining and the ground dries. I finished off a letter to Bake and George today. Bill has his hands pretty full now.