[Campton—Thursday, 2 July 1868]
July 2d The days wear on without incident.
We drove yesterday to a wonderful height called Cook’s Hill where the mountains surge up like mighty waves on the horizon. We saw an old man and his grandson on the top. The farm has descended from age to youth already through several generations.
Willey amuses us by talking of sidlin land, meaning hilly! He’s a queer character.
The weather is very warm and looks thunderous. We have been up the hill to see Kimbell Whitney’s sick daughter. She has taught herself music & many things.
