Nov. 25, 1919 -
      This morning at first light some indefinite color began to show in the southeast; first it flared into brick red, then a rich fiery saffron which rushed up to the zenith, turned crimson and sent an awesome red glow down thru the sky light -
     Looking out of a west window I saw a piece of rainbow low in the north sky; it was like a vision for there was no rain; it grew & grew until it formed into a perfect arch in the north west; and now rain came pattering up the street; almost at the second the same moment the sun came up like molten metal; the wind moaned and the color vanished the day settled down suddenly to a dark soggy rain -
                                                        Nov. 27, 1919 – the 7 is written over a 6
     “Atter w’ile dey year de Ruse fuss ‘gin, in dey look’roun’, en bless gracious! Stan’in’ right dar, ‘twix ‘dem en sundown, has a great big Lion – “ – Uncle Remus