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(in agitated scrawl) May 31st. Date seems important? Can't remember. Don't matter.
10 miles off Red River. We are soaking wet. Miserable day, little progress in the mud.
Stupid weather, stupid wagon wheel, stupid beeves (lost 2), stupid ramro— OH.
(resumed later, neater, with fresh pencil point) Didn't need to panic after all. Wishbone remembered. Made a cake. Even had candles, though too wet to light.
Rowdy handed me a big slice, then ate most of it off my plate. Says it tastes better that way. As long as the boy's happy.
Must remember next year: Rowdy's birthday — May 31st.