ne verry well indeed. so father he sed
to me what do you say if we go in swimming at
the gravil and i sed all rite i wood like to. so we
went down to the boat and i rew him up to the
gravil and we went in and had a grate swim. father
dont like to have me swim under water. he says
i stay under so long that he gets scart for fear that
i wont never come up. after we got back home he
let me go down town with him and after he had
been to old Tom Conners store and old Nat Weeks
and old Josh Getchels and Gid Lyfords we went
into Fogg and Fellows store and father bougt a
new novil for me. the naim of it is Grissly Ike
the Scalp Lifter. i bet it is a riper. i havent read
it yet becaus father sed as long as he let me go out
befoar my tirm of imprisenment was over i had
got to let Cele read it first. so she read it most all
the evining. she only read one palsam tonite. she
aint so religus as i thougt she was when they is a
new novil round.

September 6, 186---brite and fair to-day and
cool. it feals like autum. i tell you i dont like to
have the summer go. one weak from nex munday
school begins. i hait to think of it. we will have
to do the old xamples about A. and B. and how
many squaire feet there is in 4 ackers 2 roods and
28 rods and New Hamshire is bounded on the
north by Maine on the east by long ileand Sound
on the south by Rode Iland and Conetticut and on
the west by New York, and the capital of Tennysee
is Tallyhassy and the capital of New York is Oswego
and things we lerned last year. sumtimes
i feal like saying to old Francis, who sed it aint,
but i know if i did he wood lam time out of me.
well i have got one moar weak. i hoap i wont be
kep in enny more. i cant spair a single minit.

went to chirch today. the quire coodent sing becaus
sumthing was rong with the organ. only the
squeel keys wood go and they went as loud as a
steam whistle. the base keys woodent maik a single
yip. old Chipper Berley clim into the organ after
chirch was over and found that sumbody had stufed
a old pair of overhals and a old hat all spatered
with paint into the big pipe. Chipper told Beany
he done it and Beany he sed he dident hoap to die
an cross his throte and then Chipper he held up the
overhals and the hat and they both had I. M. Watson
rote on them and so Beany has lost his gob
this time forever so Chipper sed and he waulked
Beany out by the ear. Beany told me honest he
dident do it. he sed he pumped jest as hard as he