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Sunday 31st March
A clear bright quiet calm day, new
snow disapearing but millions of
old snow every where, great banks
to melt away yet. Wellington Burham's
horse ran away from
the church shed where he was hitched
with cutter and in rounding the
point at concession struck cutter and
smashed it up breaking runners, fells
dash board seat and cleared from the
cutter, ran down the ice and away over
towards United States and wheeled
about and came home again.
After dinner Grace went down the
ice to Wellies. Jr at the barn nearly
all day. Voltie up stairs. Maud & I here
alone. My head always singing like
August crickets. A cloud off in the
south. Well I must go now and
skim the milk for the calves for
tis after 4 p.m.