Wednesday, 15th—’Twas misty and damp this morning. I fixed up and went up to Mrs. Tarpley’s, bidding the folks goodbye at Mr. Bass’s. I found the way pretty easy. Killed a squirrel and took dinner with them. Staid an hour or two and started; came on through Commerce and out two miles to Mr. Davis and staid all night. The mist finally turned to rain.
