NOVEMBER 8, '76

The forenoon leaden and cloudy, not cold or wet, but indicating both.

As I hobble down here and sit by the silent pond, how different from the

excitement amid which, in the cities, millions of people are now waiting

news of yesterday's Presidential election, or receiving and discussing

the result--in this secluded place uncared-for, unknown.

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