Petersham, July 8, 1883.
It didn't cost me an extra cent for luggage coming up Monday: the old Yankee checked the things, grinned and put them through. We had a tremendous thunder shower all the way from Gardner to Athol. Warren Moore was sending over a huge express wagon with luggage and he took mine on. Young Moore also was going over with the big barouche and Graylock and Gray Boy, and I took my seat beside him, so that didn't require much fixing. We were started within two minutes after the train left the station and landed at Brooks house at 7 o'clock sharp, made good time, only 1hours. As we got to where the old Athol road comes in near Peter Marsh's it came on again to thunder great guns and rain pitchforks, and so it kept up till we got here. The two greys danced along lively, trotting up nearly the whole length of Mann Hill.
Isn't Petersham lovely! It's deliciously cool: there were roaring wood fires in the parlour and in James's office on my arrival. I am glad to find Mrs. Moore and Lizzie at the helm again, they are as nice as ever and running the house well. It seems very cosy here.
Herbert arrived safely with Martha on the 3d, in time to see the fireworks on the 4th which James set off behind the red barn. We have had tableaux-vivants by the children at the Town Hall, with Virginia Reel at the Nichewaug afterward.
Yesterday I had a magnificent day of fishing at Wilkinsonville with Harold, Clarence, Ralph and the tutors Williams and Ramage. We caught 100 fish "mongst us", and cooked fresh perch with pork. Day of fun and sunburn. In the evening I watched Clarence clean 35 perch and 30 pout. He's quite an expert at it, did a quick tidy job.
Afternoon drive today with Martha and the Flint girls, Lottie and Lizzie, mother's horses in 3-seater. We stopped at the old Chandler house and went all over it, went on around Chimney Hill, down through Guinea and home through Grandfather woods.