Tues., 8 Weather cool. Sunshine and clouds. Dumas washes dishes, makes beds, irons etc. Package of one dozen large towels comes from Ruth at $3.00 and $2.38 Grace make (sic) two funeral pieces. A little typing and a little mending and the day passes without excitement, except a strange acting man dodged a car by diving into the bushes and afterward taking a hasty hike across Booth’s meadow toward the woods.
and a poem from Green Mountain Echoes:
SPIRIT OF THE NORTH
Spirit of the rugged North,
Diamond crowned with snow,
Moving in the storm clouds
Singing as you go!
Snow clad heights eternal
Guard your dwelling place!
Shining vales and valleys
Mirror back your face!
You bestow upon the children
Sitting at your feet,
The mantle of your majesty
Where silences are sweet.
Their luring songs are ringing
In cadence down the world,
The rhythm of the beauty
In the Nation’s heart encurled!
Here Freedom plants her banners,
Her puissant bulwarks rise . . .
They catch the white etherial light
Of Heaven’s templed skies!
Spirit of the rugged North,
Diamond crowned with snow,
Moving in the storm clouds
Singing as you go!
The Diaries of Ella Warner Fisher 