dog waged his tale when he saw old Mike and
wigled round jist like a puppy, he was so glad to
see him, and J. Albert come down and told Mike
he had ruther be kidnaped than et by a bull dog
and he sed Mike had got to taik back the dog and
give back his 10 dollers whitch J. Albert had gave
him and Mike sed not by a dom site a bargin was
a bargin and J. Albert sed he dident bargin for a
dog to eet breckfast dinner and supper off of him
and old Mike sed he asted for a dog that woodent
let enybody into the house and he got one. and
J. Albert sed he xpected to be able to get into his
oan house and old Mike sed he dident say enything
about that when they traded and after they had
talked and jawed about it J. Albert sed Mike cood
have the bull dog if he wood taik him off to onct
and Mike he done it and went off smoaking his old
pipe and the bull dog gumped up on him and wigling
his tale.

enyway aunt Clark J. Alberts mother is coming
home tomorow and i wood like to see enyone kidnap
J. Albert when she is around. Filander is still at Ikes.

November 3, 186---cold as time this morning. i
saw a flock of robins eeting sum red berrys on a
tree. the blackberds has all gone 2 weaks ago.
Potter Gorham says they follow the cost line down
south stoping evry day somewhere to eet. the robins
goes last and sumtimes stays here all winter. i
have never saw a robin in winter but Potter sed he
see one onct.

Potter knows all about birds and animals and
insex and things. he is going to be a natturalist
sum day. i wood ruther be a natturalist than enything
in this wirld xcept a band player. so i am
going to be a band player and play the e flatulent
cornet becaus that is the highest and the loudest
and the eesiest to carry round.

the trumboan is pretty good and if i cant play
the cornet i shood like to play the trumboan. if
sum feller wood maik a trumboan that wood have
the 2 parts slip into eech other so far that there
woodent be enything left then a feller cood put
in into his vest poket when he wasent playing it
and nobody wood know he had it. it wood be grate
fun to taik your trumboan sliped together in your
vest poket to chirch and when the old minister was
preeching auful tiresum and old mister Blake and
old Han. Dow and old Steve Gail and all the other
men in the chirch are sleeping and injoying the
sirmon verry mutch indeed thank you to taik the
trumboan out of your vest poket and put it together
and blow a auful toot