we go
to stait prizen. i have looked forward moar than
oncet to going to the reform school or to jale but
i never gnew what it was to xpect to go to stait
prizon for sumthing you never have did. i cant
eet and cant sleap. it is wirse than being ded. a
grate deel wirse.

November 7, 186---the insurance men come and
xamined the fire and took measurements. they desided
it wasent Ikes falt or Bills falt and so they
pade them. father sed Ike and Bill maid moar
money than they had for six months. but he sed
that the insurance companies was going to find out
who done it and it looked to him that the Terible 3
would be looking throug bars before long. i cant
hardly breeth when i think of it. i saw Beany and
Pewt today and they are so scart that they cant
eet or sleap just like me. of coarse we have got
to laff and holler at fellers and play football but
we only laff to concele a braking hart. i wood give
a milion dollers to know what has become of them
records. if i had birnt them we wood have had
sum chanct. and if we had the sence to put sum
other fellers naims in it peraps we mite escaip but
i dont see enny hope.

November 8, 186---brite and fair. i wish i felt
as good as the wether. it seams as if evrybody
was looking at me and saying he done it. he is 1
of the Terible 3. evrytime i see a strainge man i
think he is a detecktive and evrytime i see old Swane
or old Mizzery or old Filander or old Brown i wunder
if they is going to grab me and put the handcufs
on my rists and drag me to the lockup. mother
says she is going to see docter Perry about me
but i laff and say i am all rite. peraps she wood tirn
from me with lothing like Dolly Bidwell done in
East Linn when she plaid it in the town hall last
winter, if she gnew. jest think less than a year ago
i was going to shows and having a good time and
now i am wateing to be sent to stait prizen. i have
often wundered how fellers felt whitch have to go
to stait prizen but now i know.

November 9, 186---sunday again. it mite as well
be sunday as eny other day. perhaps they woodent
arest a feller on sunday. Beany had the docter today.
i asted Lucy Watson what was the matter
with him and she sed Docter Perry sed he was in
a low nervus stait. she sed Docter Perry sed if
Beany had eny mind he shood say sumthing was
praying on it. the minister preeched on the wicked
whitch fleas when no man persuith. that wood be
all rite but detecktives is pursuing us. i wish he
had