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Item A Short Biography & Diary of Myron Robert Brown (part 2).(UNKNOWN, 1921) Brown, Arthur W."Monday 16 Went up the river to the mouth of the Atanum (Ahtanum). Crossed and went down to Parkers and crossed back. Bought some berries of an Indian. Tuesday 17 Helped raise a house for Battees Harris. Took dinner with me. Spent the afternoon washing and reading. Wednesday 18 Went below in the morning, gathered some frulu (pulu) for a pillow. Bought a dog. Commenced mending my boots, perplexing work."Item A Short Biography & Diary of Myron Robert Brown (part 3).(UNKNOWN, 1921) Brown, Arthur W."Monday 16 During the night the wind blew and the rain fell but this morning all is right again. After choreing around the barn I hitched up the oxen and went to hauling rocks for the fence which business I followed all day and sure it is that I have done nicer work than that and have seen things that afforded more fun than smashing my fingers with rocks and getting sand in my eyes and then driving oxen is such fun. Tuesday 17 Again I have oxen rocks and sand to contend with as I am still at the same business and my hands are becoming sore from the frequent contacts with solid substances. At three o'clock I turned out the oxen, got a horse and went back and laid up fence till night then hunted up the cows, drove them home, helped milk and do the chores then went to bed. But I forgot I also wrote a letter to Mary in the evening. Wednesday 18 Spent the day building fence and of course enjoyed myself, sticking slivers in my hands and sand in my eyes. Altogether the day has been quite pleasant. In the evening wrote three letters which I hope will afford some fun after awhile."Item A Short Biography & Diary of Myron Robert Brown.(unpublished, 1921) Brown, Arthur W."Friday 8 Made stone fence on the hill. Went over the river in the boat. Quite cool. Saturday 9 Left for camplife about noon. When we arrived made arrangements for the night. It is my first night in camp. It is not home. Sunday 10. This is the first Sunday I ever spent without the means of grace. I miss the meetings very much. God grant that it may not last long. We have done nothing today but write. Monday 11 I am all alone with the dog at camp and lonesome enough with the prospect of say so all night. I sent a letter to mother today."