Stowe notes, letters and verses . c .?? AA LETTERS 233 TO HIS MOTHER Stowe, May 5, 1890. This morning was cold (45°) and cloudy (it hassince cleared beautifully), so I devoted it to a long walkthrough the Pilgrims and the west pasture. I found (asI wrote you) yellow and white violets, and, though Idont know whether this will be interesting, I saw ablack-throated green warbler. I found Sammy chainedup in the stable (he had been chasing hens with intent toslay) and howling like a dervish. I took him out walk-ing with me, and he was very obedient—and is certainlythe handsomest dog I ever saw. Sti
Stowe notes, letters and verses . c .?? AA LETTERS 233 TO HIS MOTHER Stowe, May 5, 1890. This morning was cold (45°) and cloudy (it hassince cleared beautifully), so I devoted it to a long walkthrough the Pilgrims and the west pasture. I found (asI wrote you) yellow and white violets, and, though Idont know whether this will be interesting, I saw ablack-throated green warbler. I found Sammy chainedup in the stable (he had been chasing hens with intent toslay) and howling like a dervish. I took him out walk-ing with me, and he was very obedient—and is certainlythe handsomest dog I ever saw. Still, hes but a poorhand at driving cows. As Henry says, Hes playedtoo much. Cows at this time of year, getting out aftersuch a long confinement, are rather difficult to manage,a difficulty augmented by the fact of the frost havingthrown the fences in some places, and Henry and Arthurare driven to the extremity of despair, running andshouting, while Sammy, I regret to say, only adds to theconfusion. I dr
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