Friday, June 21, 2013

Sunday, June 21, 1863

Lucy, William, & I went to meeting with the children.  Kate has the sick headache.  
Very few locusts are heard now.  They have deposited their eggs in the tender branches of trees & shrubs & are disappearing, we find many dead scattered over the garden walks.  In one twig not three inches long I counted one hundred and fifteen eggs -- oblong & white.

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