because I never had time to concentrate on it, being filled with a multitude of ideas and sensations!  I should have quit school in my third year.  More shame on me that I didn’t see that, and seeing it, have the courage of my convictions – Had I had Henri to come along and say something like that to me, what anguish I would have been saved!
     A.M. North ofFrench Rd.walking to (what I think is)William St.– Too warm for comfortable invigorating walking – The house by the elms onFrench Rd.– east of it another house, both bespeaking poor circumstances there was a well beaten path over the fields between their back doors – there was something fine about that – something warm and human –
     The land betweenFrench Roadthe Railroad is a cluttered up tangle of wasted swamps, thickets, and endless little hillocks, overgrown with rank weeds (now dry and flattened by a pitiless wind) and shrubby trees – the endless smoke from the “yards” has given everything a rich smoky black quality – here and there are mean looking little houses, whose only communication with the main road are little lanes – one wonders how life is sustained –
     A great flock of crows in a thicket cawing ceaselessly and on my approach leaving in scattered groups with their ponderous sinister black flight; for another grove –
     The thrill of new country (when I sightWilliam St.) the houses there have a ‘look” about them that they never will have again for me – the railroad stretching northeast looks interesting – I make a mental note to take a real walk there some day
     Evening to Dr’s –
     The black bitter wind sweeps out of the southwest void, over the flat fields – a scattered snowfall - [1]