Sunday, 23d—I started for home, thirty miles distant, with Abner Hatch, who had come down from our neighborhood with a team for the purpose of taking a load of the boys home. We left Davenport at 7:30 o’clock this morning and I reached home at 5 p. m. I found my folks all well. I am at home this time never to go to war again. It was a fine day for a ride in Iowa; it had rained yesterday, and though it was somewhat cloudy, the prairies never looked so nice and green as they did today.
Monday, 24th—It rained all day. I remained at home and brought my diary up to date.
Tuesday, 25th—I went into the harvest field and worked all day at binding wheat.
Wednesday, 26th—Working in the harvest field is making me quite sore, as it is the first of the kind I have done in the last four years.
Thursday, 27th—It is the same thing and nothing of importance.
Friday, 28th—I went out to Tipton today, and in the evening had a fine visit with Miss ——.
Saturday, 29th—Home again from my visits. I have worked three full days now in the harvest field.
Sunday, 30th—I went to church this morning and in the evening went to visit friends, old and new.
Monday, 31st—Today I again went out into the harvest field.