Saturday, 22nd June, 1867

Fine day for work. Still shocking wheat. Bettie weeded corn in the garden. Tried to get Charles to fix some ground for snaps, but he is a man of his own head, does just what he wishes. – – I went out where Bill was working the sweet potatoes, wished him to take a walk and look at the corn. Had an early supper for the purpose and just as I was almost ready to start out, Timberlake came to spend the night, he found the _?_ so broken up. – – Mr. Cooke spent the evening. Bill rode out with him in his buggy as far as the field.