p003_Diary of Martha Call

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At seventy minutes past five we reached Portland, and
shortly after rattled on to Boston, stopping at South
Berwick to take a cup of coffee and piece of cake,
which George handed in at the car window, and at
about ten we reached Boston. As we drew near the
city I began to feel fearful that Henry might not
have received word, or might have gone to the
wrong train or something, but my fears were useless
for as soon as the people had cleared away enough
to make it possible to effect an entrance, Henry and
Emmie made their appearance, quite delighted to see
us. Then came the side in the buggy with Prince,
through the most beautiful roads imaginable, where
in some places the trees fairly meet over the top of
the carriage. It was nearly eleven when we arrived here,
and Aunt was waiting for us, poor Uncle, having watched
for sister Annie all the afternoon, becoming very tired
had gone to bed. I did not see uncle till this
morning. Poor man! it is very, very sad to see him!
His mind is almost entirely gone, and he has lost
nearly all his faculties. He speaks but very little
and that so that he can hardly be understood,
and has cried as many as twenty times today.
I dont think he has any idea of who I am, and
though sometimes he will seem to know aunt
Hadlock, at other times he will look at her and
ask "Why dont Annie come? I have today been