to make calls when we drove up, so we went along together.
The roads are so perfectly abominable that it is no pleasure to go anywhere.
At one place the water was half a foot deep in the bottom of the carriage, and we had to ride with our feet cocked up on the seats to keep them dry. Some of the ponds were so deep as almost to swim the mules, and others were boggy.
We stopped at the post office on our way home and found a letter from Mec urging us to come over to Cuthbert right away.
March 28, Tuesday
Misses Caro and Lou Bacon spent the day with us, but I could not enjoy their visit for thinking of the poor boy, Anderson, who has been sent to jail.
He implored me — to beg missis to forgive him, and I couldn't help taking his part, though I know he deserved punishment.
He refused to obey the overseer, and ran away four times.
A soldier caught him and brought him in this morning with his hands tied behind him. Such sights sicken me, and I couldn't help crying when I saw the