Washed this a. m. to the garden this p. m. From here it is quite a walk, over a mile. From the garden it is not far to where my dug out is to be. I wish it was finished, for I think Philip would be better if we were farther from the river.
A little way from here and toward the garden, are sand hills. Sometimes I walk a crost them, and sometimes around them. The higest is 15 or 20 feet high, and hollowed out like a saucer. The wind blows the sand that way. There are fine yuccas growing near there, with bloom stalks higher than I am. The other way from here— toward the North house— is Philip’s corn and mellon field.
A Mr. Philips was here for supper. He and a Mr. Cramer have claims up the river—and live in a dugout.
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