I had fried squirrel and fried apples for supper. It was a very curious repast.
And I was hungry, and I ate too much! That made me wild, of course, and I flung all my apples away into the woods. May they feed new squirrels!
June 26th.
I get up every morning like—like the sun! I overflow with laughter—nothing frightens me now. I never knew what was the matter with me before—it was simply that I could not fight as I chose. If ever I go back again to have my soul pent up in the cities of men!
I am full of it—full of it! I grapple with it all the day, I can not get enough of it. I do crazy things.
And the harder it is the faster I go! This thing has been my torturing—it has made me fight and live. That is really the truth.
And I am coming to the end—really to the end!