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Jan. 17. brite and fair. i dident die and every one of us got well. Annie had it the wirst and i had it the next wirst and Frankie and the baby want hardly sick any. today is the first time i have been out.
June 22. brite and fair. my arm is still auful sore and the wirst of it is becaus i cant go in swimming. June 23. Brite and fair. All our arms is better. John Johnson who rings the town bell has gone away for a week and Beanys father is going to ring it.
"And yet the government does not hesitate to rule the people's destiny according to their intelligence." "It reminds me of the poet's expression, 'Du glaubst zu schieben und du wirst geschoben." "What is the movement that you mean?" "An unknown inner organic force which defines all the expressions of life, of single individuals and united societies alike. It develops as a tree grows.
The storm subsides, and at bar thirty-nine Senta sings to her own theme "Doch kann dem bleichen Manne Erlösung einstens noch werden, Fänd' er ein Weib, das bis in den Tod getreu ihm auf Erden." "Ach! Wann wirst du, bleicher Seemann, sie finden? Betet zum Himmel dass bald Ein Weib Treue ihm halt'!" The three themes are of very unequal power.
April 20. have been sick for 4 days. went to school monday and had to come home. when i got home i fell down on the steps and mother and aunt Sarah came out and got me in the house and put water on my head and rubbed my hands, and then the Doctor came and said, well Joanna, children are a good deel of truble and then he felt of my rist and said hum, and then he looked at my tung and said hum again, and then he pride open my mouth and looked down my throte and said hum, and then he pulled off my close and looked me over rite before mother and aunt Sarah and said well he aint spekled eny. then he said what have you given him Joanna and mother said, nothing, and the docter said, all right give him some more, and mother said i havent given him enything docter, and then he walked around the room and picked up some things and looked at them and then he gave me some of the wirst tasting stuff i ever took. then he said i gess he will be better tomorrow, and then he looked at some more things and went home. i dident sleep very well that nite but was auful hot and my head aked fearful. mother was in my room every time i waked up, and Sarah too. next day i had the docter again he looked at some pictures and things and told mother to give me some more. i always feel better when the docter comes in. he dont scare a feller to deth.
June 20. brite and fair. father is cross two. last nite he grabed me by the arm to shake me and it hurt so i hollered like time, and then he let me go and said he forgot about my arm. June 21. brite and fair. Annie is in bed sick with her arm. She always has things the wirst xcept mother, only mother says she hasent enny time to be sick.
His eyes fell on an old canticle the words of which Christophe had taken from a simple, pious poet of the seventeenth century, and had modernized them. Hoff! O du arme Seele, Hoff! und sei unverzagt. Enwarte nur der Zeit, So wirst du schon erblicken Die Sonne der schoensten Freud. Hope, oh! thou wretched soul, Hope, hope and be valiant!
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