June 24th.
—Listen to me, oh thou world—I will tell you something! You may take a century to understand those phrases—to stop laughing at them, perhaps—who knows? But those sentences are real; and they will last as long as there is a man alive to read them!
When I let anything make me cease to believe in that scene, may I die!
—I will shout it aloud on the streets; they are real!
And there has been nothing like them done for some years, either.
June 25th.
To-day you may imagine me frantically throwing stones at a squirrel. I said: “If I get him I won't have to go to the farmhouse to-morrow.”
I had had nothing to eat but bread and apples for two meals, and I couldn't stand that again.