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Sunday 2 April 1899
A clear cold frozen morning,
the ice is still covering the river
land locked from either shore but
no crossing, patches of snow
every where in drifts: West wind
but earth mostly bare. Belle sent
me butter by her father when he
came home; little Grace is much
better. The dreariness of this
long lonesome day will be
ended. How can I best keep my
resolution. Grace is napping
as usual of a Sunday afternoon.
Our spotted cow is sick. Snow squalls
are frequent to day. Maud went
to Evelines for baking powder .
Evening time Wallace our only visitor
and stayed till nine Oclock.
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