Cecil Sharp Diary 1917

Left Hampstead in two motor cars at 8.30 to catch 9.30 train at Euston. Constance & the children came to see me off and Evy met us at the station. We shared a compartment with a fellow passenger Mr Westing. On arrival at Liverpool at 2.30 we took omnibus to the Huskisson Dock and without delay got on board. Found cabins quite nice & comfortable. Had tea. Dined at 7 — the 3 course habit as prescribed by English law. Sailing at night seems doubtful — reports conflicting.

Still at Liverpool. No one seems to know when we are to sail. Have made friends with saloon companions. Mr Hough an ex-consul of Jerusalem who has been fighting and was all through the Gallipoli campaign & is now going to America as a member of the Purchasing Commission. Also Mrs W. S. Miller, friend of Hough’s, the wife of a U.S.A. naval officer whom she is going to join in America. 61 first class passengers, 35 second class.

It seems very doubtful when we shall sail. Evidently a lot of submarines are about. Rumours as unreliable as camp rumours are rife. Some say the Port is closed for a week. Life very dull and delay most irritating. The Baltic I find is sister ship to my old friend the Adriatic.1

Spend another weary day. Do a little writing revising my Introduction and kill time as best one can. No sign of getting away except that we move out of dock and anchor in the stream.

About mid day it is whispered that we may sail at midnight. At any rate we have boat drill at 12.30. We are all mustered on deck A-L starboard M-Z Port, are shown how to put on our life belts and are given general instructions what we are to do when the alarm signal — 5 blasts on the fog horn — is given. We up anchor at midnight and sail at 12.40. I stay on deck to see the start and then turn in but do not take off my clothes!

Had a lot of asthma last night, mainly because port hole closed so as not to show a light. Nothing happened! We are taking the North Passage and are skirting the northern coast of Ireland. Very calm, the Carmania escorting us. Later in the day we hugged the Irish coast which is very beautiful, passing quite close to the Giant’s Causeway. About 6 large vessels were going more or less with us all the way. The nervous strain came rather trying to me at the end of the day. But the sea began to get up which put Maud hors de combat making however the danger from submarines a good deal less. By tomorrow we ought to have passed through the danger zone.

Had a fairly good night and breakfasted at 9.30 — really 10.48 because clock put back 78 minutes. Maud remains in bed as the sea is rather nasty — a typical Atlantic day. Rather warm and a blue & white sea which makes us pitch but not roll. It is nice to have an easy mind again, for although we are still technically within the danger zone, it would be impossible for submarines to live in such a sea except below the surface. I worked at my Introduction in the morning, rested between lunch & tea, played patience & chess with Hough and talked mainly with him for the rest of the day. Went to bed at 11.15, having put my watch back 34 minutes. The ship is a steady one and behaves wonderfully well in this heavy sea. I am feeling quite fit and my cough is a bit better though I have to burn asthma powder.

A very rough and unpleasant day. Maud stayed in bed and made no attempt to come up. I spent the day revising the Introduction, talking & playing patience & chess with Hough and killing time as best I could. We are evidently making a very slow passage but exactly how slow it is impossible to say as the daily runs are not posted up. It is rumoured that we are making a very northerly course and are constantly altering it, in order I presume that we may give the slip to any raiders that may be about. My friend the barber says that we ought to land early on Wednesday morning but if the present weather continues it may easily be Thursday or even later!

Another most objectionable day, very cold very rough with frequent snow storms & noisome[?] squalls. Maud stayed in bed all day which was very wise of her. We are all afraid that this is going to be a record slow passage and that we shan’t get to N[ew] York before Thursday next! But as the daily runs are not posted no one can tell where we are or how fast we are going.

Weather as bad as ever. Maud came up on deck and stayed in her chair from noon till after tea when she went to bed again. Extremely cold, ice & snow all over the decks and a very rough & confused sea. I am quite well although I feel as though I should like some air & exercise both of which are at present impossible.

Each day seems to go one worse and to day is the most impossible of all. Thermometer down to 22, snow & ice everywhere. It is clear we are very far north. The barber & others say they have never been so far north before. Maud got up for tea and came into the lounge and afterward went into the saloon to listen to Hough play Chopin in a very neat accurate but unemotional manner! We are all pretty sick of this voyage. I had a long talk with Guy Nickalls this morning.

A most wonderful transformation. We woke up to find a perfectly smooth sea — like the Mersey — with the old tub of a ship lurching along as fast as she can go which however is not a break-neck pace. Every one now talks of Wednesday night in N[ew] York but I am very sceptical. If we only knew where we were!

Rough sea again but we do not feel it as the wind is astern. It is very muggy and horribly stuffy in the smoking lounge where we have had to sit pretty well all day as it is too hot to walk about much. Maud is much better and is up nearly all day dining & lunching in the saloon. As we are rolling along at a good pace we are pretty sure to be in N[ew] York on Wednesday.

Alas, alas, a strong gale and one of the roughest seas I have ever seen! With this head wind we cannot be making much more than 7 or 8 knots and as we ran into the gale at midnight and it will probably last at least 24 hours the chances of getting in tomorrow are small. We shall probably land on Th[ursday] morning.

Another transformation. We wake up to a calm sea, like a mill pond, not a cloud in the sky, full sun but very cold. Just an off chance that we may land to-night but scarcely probable. To our immense delight we sight land soon after lunch and triumphantly reach the quarantine station at 5.30, a quarter of an hour before sunset. We have dinner on board at 6.30 and are in dock at 7.30 and at the Algonquin soon after 9 p.m. Miss Gilman & Rabold come round in the evening & have drinks with us & tell us all the news — some of it bad e.g. telegrams from Mrs Post backing out of St Louis engagement.

Another telegram from Mrs Post to say that engagement off but asking for a later date. Called on Putnams — very unsatisfactory visit, and Arnold Shaw who had been able to get nothing for me! Our luck seemed on the down grade till we got a telegram from Urbana in reply to mine agreeing to have me for week beginning 19th. Rabold came round again in the morning. I had a bad headache all day. Mr Glenn looked in in the afternoon and had a chat with me, while Gardner came to tea and we fixed up about Gramophone records satisfactorily enough. In the evening M[aud] & I went to E.F.D.S. meeting where I taught The Phoenix and conducted the singing. Glad to get to bed soon after 11.

Had breakfast rather late at 9.15 and then tackled letters writing to Mrs Post Chubb, Mrs Campbell, Mrs Storrow, Mrs Callery, then out about my pince nez and to lunch at Peg Woffington Restaurant in 44th St[reet] East. Then a long interview with Arnold Shaw with whom I agreed to reserve November next for lectures he to see what he can do & report in May. Forsyth came to tea and we had a very pleasant talk afterwards. Wrote more letters and then went out to dinner at The Old England place in 43rd St[reet] West. After dinner I wrote several letters — to Miss Boyce from whom I had received a wire earlier in the day. Things look a little better but evidently not much doing yet. Must work for financial help for mountains.

Went round to Putnam in the morning. Savage tells me my estimate correct, his faulty, which was what I expected! Discuss matters with the nephew and take away proofs and undertake to write a short notice of the book for the next publisher’s circular, the last one of which I criticize pretty caustically! Then on to Gray where I discuss many things and arrange for music to be sent to Urbana. In the afternoon Maud and I lunch with Rabold at Henri’s and tea at Peg Woffington’s. I dine at Aldrichs where I meet Mr & Mrs Adolf Oxe, the proprietor of the N[ew] Y[ork] Times, Mr Chapman a one-armed author and relation of Mrs A’s and Mr & Mrs Paderewski. The discussion throughout the evening centres on the war, Mr P talking a great deal about the Poles. One of the most interesting evenings I have spent in N[ew] York. Return home about 12 p.m. pretty tired.

Correct proofs in the morning and draft notice of book. Julianda comes to lunch with us and we talk on many things till 4.15 when we go to tea with Gilmans and Rabold. Take the latter home with us and dine at Henri’s. Then R and I walk down to 10th Street to Julianda’s new Apartment and spend the evening with her numerous friends. One of these — Miss Campbell — comes from Detroit where she is very anxious I shall lecture. Promises to call upon me at 4 tomorrow and discuss the matter. Home about 11 and to bed forthwith.

Went round to Putnams again in the morning to take corrected proofs and draft of par[agraph] for publisher’s circular. Had a long talk with the nephew and impressed upon him the importance of urging printer on the questions of speed and greater accuracy. Also mentioned Betty’s affair. Then to Gray to arrange for song books to be sent on to Urbana. Home again and to lunch with Stanhope the Boston Pageant man at the Lawles club. In the afternoon Maud and I went a long walk and did a mild amount of shopping. Dined at Peg Woffington’s and wrote letters and worked at letters etc in the evening also working on my Introduction.

Worked at letters and Introduction in the morning till 12 when I went round to 229, 42nd St[reet] to Stanhope’s office to see model of stage & discuss costumes etc. Then to lunch at Peg Woffington’s with Maud, afterwards buying some collars, tobacco & cigarettes for journey. Maud then gave Rabold a lesson while I rested, both walking down to Julianda’s 9 East 10th St[reet] to tea to meet Mrs Parsons with whom I had a most pleasant talk about folk-tales which she had been collecting. She drove us home in her motor and we dined at Henri’s afterwards writing letters (Joan & Harman) about dressing gown and working at Introduction and packing for the morrow’s journey. Lovely bright day, not too cold.

Finished packing in the morning, wrote Putnams & Steele particulars of my movements & caught 1 train to Boston. Mrs Storrow met us and drove us back to Beacon St[reet] where Lily joined us and we all had dinner together, Mrs S going out to a meeting. I went with Maud & Lily to the latter’s home — a very nice apartment with a lovely piano upon which I played my new accompaniments, returning home about 10.30 and having an al fresco supper with Mr Storrow & later on Mrs S. To bed very tired at 11 p.m.

Woke with a real bad headache which never moderated all day despite aspirin which I took at lunch. I called on Fisher at Ditson’s at 11 but he was out. Lily & Maud met me and we went and got Railway tickets for Saturday and Maud bought some strong boots for the mountains. Walked home got some money out of the bank and lunched at Beacon Street. After a short rest I motored to Professor Kittridge with whom I had a most pleasant talk opening the question of leaving my duplicate MSS to Harvard. He was most keenly delighted. Then I motored to School took a C[ountry] D[ance] Class teaching Pheonix, Oaken Leaves, Chelsea and Trip to Kilburn. Saw Haxby Sword dance then motored to Beacon [Street] for dinner back to School at 8 for lecture on Folk Song and direction of Folk Song class and then back here again to bed — and all with a roaring headache!

A Miss Chapin came at 11 and I took her over to the school to test her piano playing which was really quite nice. Then motored to Lily’s at Cambridge to meet the Steinbergs. They motored Maud and me back to Beacon Street where we lunched with Mrs Storrow. Afterwards we walked into town to hear a lecture by a Mr Ward on current events — in this case Russian Revolution — a very clever talk, back to tea and dress in flannels for dinner. Then lecture on Folk dance at school dancing myself in Oaken Leaves and Hearts Ease, then directing a class-dance afterwards. Home pretty late. No head-ache to day thank goodness.

Finished packing and sent trunk off at 8 a.m. Wrote some letters after breakfast then walked in to Boston to call on Fisher of Ditsons. Afterwards tried, but failed to get any good map of the Mountain song district. We lunched at 12.45 and then caught 2 train for Urbana, Lily & Mrs Storrow seeing us off at the station or depot! The great train strike was brewing and timed to begin that night so it was very doubtful how far on our journey we should go. We lost a lot of time on the way to Albany where we were turned out of our carriage and had to change to another train because the switchdrivers refused to work. Didn’t get dinner till nearly 9 p.m. Maud nearly lost her suit case again but it eventually turned up.

Slept much better than I usually do & train 1_ - 2 h[ours] late so we just missed our connection at Indianapolis. The gentleman at the Information Bureau advised us to get back into the train and go on to Matoon where we should make another connection for Champaign (really the same as Urbana) of course we missed that also by a hair’s breadth only. After some haggling we prevailed on a dingy westerner to take us in his peripatetic car to C[hampaign] and started on an adventurous & nerve racking journey of 4 hours. The motor stopped several times, wheezed, groaned & snorted and finally arrived at 9.15 quite hors de combat one tire gone (we had driven 20 miles on the steel rim) leaking, steaming & looking woefully groggy. We left the Westerner enquiring for a garage while we transferred ourselves & baggage to a taxi and drove to the Inman Hotel, had supper & went to bed.

Walked up to Illinois University at 10.30 and made friends with Miss Louise Freer — a very nice person — and her staff — the physical faculty. Was shown over the place and we arranged rather sketchily the programme for the week. Back to Lunch and then went back to take classes from 3-6, I taking tea with the Kingsley’s, friends of Mrs Campbell, at 4 and meeting many interesting people including Loumis a Rhodes Oxford scholar and a Scandinavian & good balladist strongly recommended to me by Kittredge. After dinner we went back again and I took a class of the faculty, rather a terrible business, a regular beargarden, no one could dance but all tried to make up for this talking all the while. Home at 11, very tired indeed.

I walked up to University and took a class of Freshwomen from 10-11 and then gave an hour’s talk to the Physical faculty about May Day celebrations and many other things. Home to lunch and back again to tea with Miss Schoeperle meeting several nice people there including the Norwegian ballad man and Jones another Kittredge scholar and nice fellow. Took class and home to dress and at 8 o’clock talked for 1_ h[ours] on Folk Dancing & Folk-Art in general showing slides. I think it went all right. Rather tired when I got home but felt that things were beginning to go rather nicely. My views are all very new and fresh to them and they don’t quite know what to make of them but they are attentive and sympathetic.

Went up to the school by myself and took class from 10-11. Then saw Auditorium for Saturday’s Demonstration and interviewed Miss Schoeperle about her evening on Friday. Went up again at 3 for another class tea’d with the Kingsleys took another class at 4 and then returned to dress for the Appalachian lecture at 7.30. A very good audience and lecture went very well. We had a formal reception afterwards with a slab of ice cream afterwards and returned home very tired about 10.45.

Classes 10-12 at University. I lectured to the School of Music at 3-4 on the relationship of folk to art music. Tea’d with Loumis — the Norwegian man Hustvet was not there.1 Was interviewed for the University paper by a woman member of the Journalist department. Dined with Maud at the Kingsleys and then took a class of the Faculty from 8-10. This rather better than the Monday class, fewer people and the better dancers. Maud did a couple of Morris Jigs much to their delight. We were driven home at 10.30. Very hot and close and quite fine. Probably thunder not far off.

Class at 10. Home at 11.30 to work at my proofs. Took another class at 3, had tea with the Bloomfields where I met several interesting people. Dined at University Club with Mr Erb and then went on to the meeting at the Celtic Club under the auspices of Miss Schoeperle. A curious evening. I gave an address to start off with and we then adjourned to another room where I taught some Country dances, Maud did a couple of jigs and she and I sang a couple of ballads. It took just over 3 hours from 7.15-10.15. Drove home very tired.

Rehearsal for evening’s demonstration at Auditorium at 9, classes at 10 when I came home & worked at proofs. Miss Freer came to lunch after which we rested a while and then went to Miss Blazedell(?) to tea where we met a host of people mostly professors.1 Back to dinner at 6 and dress for lecture & demonstration at 7.30, which went off quite well. We did quite a lot of dances, Peascods, Butterfly, Hey Boys, Rufty, Newcastle, Mage, Black Nag, while Maud danced Pr[incess] Royal & Jockie [to the Fair]. I lectured. We said farewell to nice Miss Freer, Miss Brookes, Miss Morris etc and left for the hotel about 9.45. Thus ends a very satisfactory & pleasant one of the best I have ever done!

Got up soon after 6 and caught the 7.30 train for Chicago, breakfasting in the dining car. Charlotte Foss met us and drove us to her house where I had a talk with her. She agreed to teach one week at the school for 25 dollars + remission of her tuition fees during the other 2 weeks. I made a similar offer to Miss Peake over the telephone but she is not sure whether she can accept or not. Is to let me know within a fortnight. We caught the Broadway L[imited] at 12.40 which ran woefully late and Maud and I did not get to our Clubs (mine The University, her’s the 20th Cent[ury] till 2 a.m! We were both absolutely done up — she is not very well anyhow so she was quite collapsed.

Called at 7.15, breakfast at 7.45 and sharp off to the Technical College to take classes from 8.30-10.30 — rather sharp work after a very short night. However, I slept well and felt very fit considering. A perfectly lovely day, sun, soft air and quite warm. Lunched with Maud at the club, had a rest, tea’d at the Schenley, dined at the club and then went to the Winchester Club where I lectured about the mountain songs, Maud and I singing many of them. Nice to meet so many people again who are now friends but I miss Mrs Callery very much. Fair lecture but rather long as my lectures are apt to be when I am tired! Corrected proofs for Putnam’s and sent them off.

Classes at Tech from 10.30-12.30. Many letters from home, the first I have received since I left England! Wrote Constance a long letter, or rather began it, before I went out to classes. Lunched with Bassange at the Athletic Club meeting Stephens, Geoghegan Vichman Etc. Then back to Club, had tea with Maud, finished letters and after dinner was motored out to Homestead where I lectured and we danced 12 dances, six of us Miss Gilchrist, Maud & Miss Maguire, Schleiter, Geoghegan and myself. Very tired on getting home and hungry, so had supper before going to bed. Weather icy cold, snow showers & piercing wind, great contrast with yesterday.

Breakfast early and then lectured on ballads at the Carnegie Library to the library school — one of the best lectures I have ever given — wish I could remember the scheme of it! Then took my classes at Tech 10.30-12.30. Lunched, a short rest, tea at Schenley and class in C[ountry] D[ance] 4- 5.30. Dined with Fuller sisters at Schenley then classes 8-10. A very full and tiring day. Nice talk at the Club before going to bed with Harrison W. Graves(?) librarian of Carnegie Library who has just chucked his post and has taken one in N[ew] York where I hope to meet him next week & be introduced by him to Librarian of N[ew] Y[ork] Public Library, Anderson. Very cold but fine.

Breakfast 7.45 and worked at my introduction till 10 when I went to Tech. Taught 10.30-11.30 then lectured on Apalachian songs. Lunched with Maud at Club walking back with Paine whom I asked to dine with us at Algonquin next Wednesday at 6.30. Had tea at 4 at Schenley then Maud and I went into the city to enquire about trains for Boston next Sunday and did a little shopping, buying a pair of pyjamas to take place of those spoiled by the laundry at Urbana. Met Vichman & his sister at the station where we dined and went down to Sewickley where I took class of Society people. They were very nice & very keen about the dancing & I enjoyed this very unexpected experience. Got home at midnight very tired. Weather bitterly cold with snow showers. Glad of fur coat again.

Breakfast at 7.45 & more work at Introduction. Then to Tech to take classes 10.30-12.30 & farewell with a speech from myself. Lunched with Maud at Club and at 2.30 went off to Training College where I lectured to students for 3 quarters of an hour. Got back to Carnegie library at 4 and taught from 4-5.30. Then to Schenley to meet Miss Cora Neile of the mountains. Dined at 6.45 with Miss Boyce & Miss Gilchrist at Schenley to talk over affairs of Society. Came home for a short rest while Maud took class 8-9 I taking the second class till 10.30. Dr Schleiter came back with me to the club for a drink. To bed at 11.45 — tired as usual. Weather rather better — cold but bright & shining & not too much wind.

Early breakfast and a good slog in at my Introduction. Then to class at Carnegie Library at 10 while Maud went to city & got railway tickets etc. Classes lasted till noon or a little after. Lunch at Club and tea at Schenley where I met Miss Cora Neal of the Southern Mountains. Classes 4-6. Dinner at 6.45 with Maud and Miss Neal at Schenley. Returned home for a rest while Maud took 8 p.m. class I taking the 9. Said good bye to everyone and after seeing Maud home returned to Club at 11.15 and to bed, very tired after a heavy day — the last one here, thank goodness. Weather very warm indeed with a hot wind. Changed into thin clothes and dispensed with overcoat! Sent Pension certificate to London to Bank.

Packed resolutely till 10.30 when the transport people took away my trunks. Then a bad headache overcame me and I had to lie down & nurse it. I took some aspirin at lunch which I had with Maud at the Schenley and rested again afterwards but it obstinately refused to go. We went down to the station at 4, had some tea (very nasty) and left by the 5 train for Boston, via Buffalo, Lake Erie & Albany. My head got a little better as time went on but I felt pretty seedy when I went to bed at 10.30. The weather was very close & warm, the temperature in the shade reaching 80, i.e. 50 degrees higher than Thursday last!

Lily [Roberts] met us on our arrival at Boston at 12 (noon) and after getting tickets for our journey to N[ew] York on Wednesday and arranging about our luggage we got to Beacon St[reet] and had lunch. Mrs Storrow had to go out so Maud and I did some shopping in Boston. My head is better but nothing to boast about as yet. Weather quite cold again and I am glad of my fur coat! We had tea with Mrs Storrow and after dinner drove round to the school where I taught Lily, Mrs Storrow Mrs Gibbs, Gardener etc some new 4th book C[ountry] dances. I like Coronation Day very much though it is very difficult. Home at 10.45 and after some milk to bed.

My back became very painful in the night — it always seems to get bad when I am staying with Mrs Storrow! Have a talk with her after breakfast, work at my introduction etc and then prepare for lecture this afternoon and get ready for lunch at the Steinbergs at 1. After lunch lecture at Wheelwrights — small but very interested audience. Leave at 6.15, home to Beacon Street where I complete packing of trunk and dress for Dinner at Harvard Club to which Kittredge has invited me. A very grand affair in private room — fine dinner, wines etc. The following men were there Haskyns, Neilson (an Edinburgh Univ[ersity] man, Sorbonne lecturer etc) Potter (librarian) Beldown (Morison[?] Univ) and Howard, making with K[ittredge] & self, 7 in all. Dinner at 7.30. We did not separate till 12.30. Home & had long talk with Mrs Storrow before going to bed which I reached at 2 a.m. A very successful day. Back not getting worse I think.

Up early and caught the 10 train for N[ew] York, arriving about 3.30 at the Algonquin. Waiters etc very friendly and glad to see us. Maud and I went down Town at once to get note books etc for collecting purposes and had tea at a tea shop. Rabold called on our return and told us he was going to Maryland on the morrow and would not be back till Monday. Arranged to take an examination at Carnegie Hall at 7.30 Monday evening. Had dinner at Algonquin with Iden Paine, wrote letters in the evening to Miss Young, Ditson, Miss Freer and Bassange unpacked and went to bed fairly early. Weather cool but fine & nice. Back much better.

Breakfast at 8.15. Then telephoned to various people to make appointments. Called on Gray and discussed at some length arranged for sale of books at Amherst. Then to Putnam’s at noon where I saw the old man, who was rather testy when I criticized the way the book was being done. Savage however was more amenable and gave me a bundle of proofs to look through. These I returned the same day & received more. Julianda and a friend came to lunch. She is just off to Washington for a week and suggested we should spend a night there en route to Knoxville. The Fuller girls came round at 4 and we took them to Henri’s for tea. At 7 p.m. I went round to Glenn to dinner and discussed with him the question of financial help. He was most sympathetic and promised to go with me to Mrs Rice tomorrow. Fine all day till the evening when it rained cats & dogs.

Wrote letters to Constance etc, worked at Introduction and arranged with tailor about cutting down my flannel trousers etc. At 1 o’clock Aldrich came to lunch with me and I discussed with him about the financing of the mountain work. At noon I had a long talk with John Collyer. I offered him a week for 350 dollars at end of November or beginning of Dec[ember], or 3 lectures in November to be arranged with Arnold Shaw. At 5 I met Mr Glenn at tea with Mrs Rice (17, West 16th St[reet]) and we discussed business. She promised to see Mr de Forest, Mrs Crane etc. Madewell, reporter of Boston Transcript interviewed me at 6.30 and gave me tickets for negro plays at Garden Theatre, whither after dinner Maud and I went. First play very interesting, last 2 tommy rot.1

Went out shopping with Maud and bought new vest camera, films etc at Meyrowitz and an oil silk mackintosh at Fitch’s. Miss Fish of Allanstand lunched with us at the hotel. I rested afterwards, had tea in our rooms and wrote letters etc. Dined at 7 at hotel and went to Garrick theatre to see first performance of The Grasshopper an Irish play which Paine is producing.1 I liked it but not very much. Went on stage afterwards to see Paine with whom we are to lunch tomorrow at the Beaux Arts at 1.15. Walked home at 11.15 and to bed, after milk! Weather still fine but cold.

Worked at Introduction all the morning, Maud typing final copy. At 1.15 M & I went the Beaux Arts Cafe to lunch with Iden Paine who had asked the interesting Irish girl of last night’s play Miss Huban and the chief actor John P. Campbell to meet us. It was a very interesting party & we sat talking at the table till 4 p.m. Then we took Miss Gilman & her sister to tea at Henri’s. Dr Schleiter & Geoghegan came to have a chat at 6.30 and then M[aud] & I went out to dinner at Rasoff’s[?] in 6th Ave[nue] came home, wrote letters & went to bed early.

Breakfast early. I went through Introduction for the last time & then took it round to Putnams where I left it, discussed about having a map in the back, gave instructions about letters & proofs in my absence, did a small amount of shopping, came back and then after one or two letters went to Public Library to look up tune in Clariona for Miss Gilchrist.1 Lunched at 1.45 rested afterwards & then packed, having tea in our rooms. M[aud] & I dined at Rostoffs[?] and then went to Miss Gilman’s where we examined 4 girls & 3 more for their el[ementary] certificates passing all of them. Rabold came back with us and we had a mild supper at the hotel & then to bed. Weather very cold, 7 inches of snow last night, freezing hard tonight.

Finished off packing and then wrote several letters to Miss Abone[?], Belden, Miss Gilchrist etc and put papers etc into order. Rabold came in about 12.45, read & liked my Introduction, and then had lunch with us. We went to the Penn station & caught the 3.30 train for Knoxville. Weather very cold, snow still on the ground and was quite deep in the high land beyond Philadelphia. Felt rather tired & seedy after the rush of the last few days. Train quite crowded. Went to bed at about 10.15.

Arrived at 2 o’clock. Had a tolerable night very cold in bed and woke with the usual tendency to headache especially after sitting in foetid used-up air in the carriage till 2 — really 3, because we changed to central time at Bristol. Campbell met us & we got nice rooms at Atkin Hotel. C[ampbell] had tea with us in our rooms and we discussed various matters. After dinner we attended meeting when Claxton — Ed[ucation] Man from Washington — gave an unedifying discourse concerning the industralisation of the mountains.1 He mentioned dollars — usually in billions — in every sentence, a most egregious & depressing performance. Headache got very bad as day went on partly on account of warm muggy & thundery weather — temp about 76. Met several friends, Ollie Henricks of Big Laurel, Miss Dickey, various Asheville teachers etc and was introduced to Miss Goodrich.

Woke with a bad headache after a very warm & stuffy night. Dr. Russell Smith whom I had met in the train on his way from Pennsylvania University of which he is a professor spoke about tree planting in highlands, a very good and suggestive address, in the morning. He lunched with me and left soon after 2 p.m. I spoke for an hour or more at 2.45, M[aud] & I singing several songs. It made rather an effect and my audience was clearly very interested at the appreciation which I gave of the mountaineers. A Rev Ellis of Virginia was especially struck and seemed to me a very nice man. Gave us a cordial invitation to his house. Had tea in my room & after dinner we went to hear Vogt talk on industrial & folk schools of Denmark. A very humorous — unconsciously so — address which kept us amused till 10 p.m. when we left leaving him in command of a greatly reduced audience! Beginning to rain & giving prospect of a cooler day tomorrow.

Miss Dickey breakfasted with us at 8 p.m. Headache much better thank goodness. A man spoke in the morning upon cheese factories in the mountains — a very good address & useful. Then we were called on again and spoke & sang for nearly an hour, extending my remarks of yesterday. Miss Ollie Henricks and Miss Rich of White Rock lunched with us. Then I had a long talk with Miss Goodrich whom I like very much, and many conversations with various principals of schools & colleges all of whom asked us to give them a visit for collecting purposes. Had a long talk with Campbell and decided to go first to Sevierville (Mr Storey) and then to Cumberland Gap (Dr. Hubble) Pineville, Manchester & Oneida. In the evening M[aud] & I attended mountain fiddlers convention — a most amusing & interesting affair making friends with a delightful old fiddler, W. Julian & Master of Cer[emonies] Frank Murphy. Weather getting quite cold again. Said good byes & to bed.

Packed steadily till about 10.30 and then went out to make a few purchases in Knoxville and to call on the old fiddler Julian. I got 2 nice tunes from him and then returned to hotel, settled up, lunched and caught the 2.30 train to Sevierville, travelling with Dr. Johnson. Arrived there at 4 (fare 1 — 80) when Dr. Bishop met us. Acting under his advice we put up at Central hotel, a very primitive hostelry run by a nice old widow woman Mrs. Bromers. Managed to make ourselves fairly comfortable there though the feeding was pretty bad and not over clean. After dinner (!) at 6 we went to Dr. Bishop’s place to hear Johnson lecture on Sanitation after which I gave a short address and we sang some songs. Tried to get on to Storey but failed so I gave Johnson messages to carry thither when he went there tomorrow.

Breakfasted at 7.30 — a late hour because of the day! Had a long walk about the place afterwards. Met Dr. Rogers who was motoring John on to M[ount]. Smokey. Made friends with a Mrs Dyer who might have songs. Dinner at 11.30! Rest afterwards and tea. We then went out again and called on Mrs Dyer. Her daughter knew something but not much — not enough to take — but her uncle Mr. Trotter Gan came in and we induced him to sing Derby Ram and Edward, the latter a very good version much better than Mrs. Gentry’s. This heartened us considerably and we returned with our songs in our books to supper at 6. After supper we wrote out our songs and went to bed, or prepared to do so, soon after 9, as breakfast tomorrow is fixed for 6 a.m.!

Breakfast at 6a.m. Strolled out in the morning and went to Mrs Dyer’s but got nothing worth having. Then got message from Mr Storey that motor was to meet us at 2. We packed and started for the mountains, motoring over a very rough road for 7 miles when it became impassable and Mr. Storey was to meet us there with buggy. We arrived before him & seeing a log cabin close by went in and struck a very good singer from whom I got 2 good songs. Then Storey met us & I walked while he drove Maud & the luggage. It was very hot and the 7_ miles pretty nearly did for me — I waded once to avoid a very wobbly foot-log, and negotiated a very high swing bridge. On arrival found Dr. Johnson there with whom I was told I was to share a bed! When he and I retired I explained that I couldn’t sleep 2 in a bed and he quite understood & respected my feelings. So I sat in a chair & he went to bed for 4 hours. Then he woke up & insisted on my getting into bed! About an hour later he was called out to a confinement case and I slept on till morning!

Dr. Johnson is a very decent fellow and behaved like a gentleman last night. Of course Storey knew nothing. In the morning we all went to a farmer named Jas A. Maples from whom and his wife I got several songs. In the afternoon Storey drove Johnson into Sevierville and Maud and I drew Bird’s Creek and got one or two more songs. Mrs. Maples had known Little Sir Hugh, but had forgotten it and promised to try & remember it before I went. Mrs. Storey was ill in the evening so Maud and I typed & wrote up our songs. Mrs. Storey is young, about 25, and Storey, I imagine a year or so older. They have one child Lucille, a nice little girl 2 years old but dreadfully spoiled. Stays up till they go to bed, eats more or less what they eat and is encouraged to "show off" on all occasions, and this is rather annoying & irritates me dreadfully. It is as bad as having a dog in the house! I waited up for Storey who returned about 10.30. Weather very hot indeed, as hot as last August in the mountains.

Storey is a very humble, extraordinarily simple and nice man and I like him very much. His house, church, school, dormitory etc is on the top of a hill, with mountains all round, and stands 2800 feet up. Food very poor and not too much of it. Water with a strong taste of iron. On the whole I like the people & the place better than other missionary places I have stayed at. Mr & Mrs S[torey] Maud and I started off about 10 for Emmet’s[?] cave. At the head of the cave struck a good singer aged 70, Mr Solomon Williams from whom I got some songs. Had lunch in the sun — there was no shade anywhere, the trees are not yet in full leaf — a very warm and comfortless proceeding. Walked a long way down Emmet’s[?] Cave and into Green Briar but got no more songs. On return got some songs from Loveday’s and walked home the last 2 or 3 miles in the dark, getting back horribly tired about 7.30. Weather very fine but hotter than ever.

Maud & Storey buggied while I walked to Mr and Mrs Maples, got a version of Little Sir Hugh but only one verse of the text. Called on Hornby’s but got nothing & returned to lunch. After lunch went down Bird’s creek after "Sir Hugh" and eventually got a fairly full version from Mr Luther Campbell and some more songs in Webb’s Creek from Mrs King etc. After dinner I played, Maud and I sang, & Maud danced Jockey, and None so Pretty, to an audience consisting of Mr & Mrs Storey, two young men who work on the farm, and Myrtle a servant who is also a student in the school. This dancing, singing etc we did last night also and this was a repetition by request. I am not feeling too well, partly perhaps the intense heat, or the walking, or the iron water or the food or a combination of all! Have a cough and a sore chest and a good deal of rheumatism — perhaps the altitude is mainly responsible.

Breakfast at 7. Finished writing up my tunes and packed and all started off for Sevierville — Mr and Mrs S[torey], Lucille, Maud and I — having ordered motor to meet us at Maples’ house. Found the walk very trying, weather very hot, muggy & thundery. Reached Maples house at 3. I bought some canned peaches at a store & we eat them at his house. Storey & family went on to Sevierville while we waited for the motor till 4.30, taking down some songs from Maples and his married daughter Mrs King. Curiously enough Maples volunteered to sing Little Sir Hugh so now I have got that ballad quite thoroughly. Luther Campbell called round early before breakfast with an extra verse or so and a good version of Fair Eleanor. When we arrived in Sevierville we dined Mr & Mrs Storey & Lucille at our hotel and then saw them off and said farewells about 7 p.m. I had a splitting headache and Maud quite seedy so we went to bed pretty early.

Had a very bad night, my head aching badly. Had breakfast at 6.30 then motored round to train and eventually after much bumping arrived at Knoxville at 10.15, and the Atkin Hotel at 10.45. Feeling very seedy as though I had had a bad illness and was trying to recover from it. Had a bath and change of clothes then set to work at proofs, two lots of which awaited me, and one lot which had arrived on Wednesday & which I had not finished. These I finished off in the day & sent off in two batches, the first at 1 pm the second at 5 pm. Felt a little better after a good dinner in the middle of the day and a sleep afterwards. After tea Maud and I sallied forth and did a little shopping getting some books to send the Storey’s and some provisions.

Woke up feeling a rag, after a very restless night, but head for the moment better. Did a lot of letters with Maud, and wrote a large amount myself including one to Constance and one to Charlie. Feel very seedy all day, but go out for a walk after tea with Maud. Eat very little dinner & went to bed early feeling anything but well. Believe I have some fever but have no thermometer to test it.

Wake up after a restless night with spasms of coughing, and head aching badly again. Take aspirin and breakfast and then return to my bed. At 1 o’clock decide impossible to go on to Cumberland Gap so wire Dr. Hubbell to that effect. Head rather better in the afternoon & Maud and I go out for a short spell of shopping. Go to bed early. Cough very troublesome, looser however, with a good deal of phlegm. A curious sticky sort of cold in my head. Weather very hot indeed, Hotel dirty & airless!

Woke up with headache again and feeling very seedy and good for nothing. Lie down all the morning and indeed till it was time to catch the train for Cumberland Gap — having sent a wire to Dr. Hubbell.1 We arrive at 6.45 and are met by a Mr. Claxton in a motor and driven up to the University where welcomed by Miss Buffon and given 2 very nice rooms next to each other. Have some dinner on arrival then taken to Auditorium to hear a Kentucky fiddler, Mr. Herd, and to lecture about songs. Broke down completely with bouts of coughing but manage to open up subject and interest students. Go to bed feeling very seedy but perhaps a little better.

Breakfast at 7 a.m. Afterwards M[aud] and I sally forth first to some people of the name of Carroll — man out & woman couldn’t or wouldn’t sing. Then walked a mile or more to the Stamfords and drew a blank. Then to a Mrs. Brooks, a very nice woman, where we got one song. Walked home in time for dinner at 12. After that saw Mr Chester Lewis who gave me two good songs and Miss May Ray who also sang and seemed rather hopeful. Then feeling very ill & feverish went to bed with hot bottle & sent for doctor. He took temperature — over 103 — and then brutally commented — "Well you’ve swallowed it whole this time! And judging by your age you won’t get over it very quickly". Seemed to think I should have had typhoid if I wasn’t so old and hadn’t had it before! Cough very bad. Headache and much neuralgia on right side of face.

Had a very bad night indeed, Maud sleeping on the floor by my bedside and doing what she could to alleviate me! Stayed in bed all day. Temp. normal in the morning, about 100 between 5 & 6. Maud heard another student Alice Parsons sing. I toiled through some more proofs — sent off one batch yesterday — and spent a very miserable day. Couth, head & neuralgia very bad. Weather hot.

A bad night again with much coughing & discomfort. Maud did not sit up with me but came in once or twice and gave me water etc. Looked through more proofs, and took down some songs from Alice Parsons in bed! She has some excellent songs & ballads. Didn’t get out of bed all day, except to have my bed made in the evening.

Bad night again but felt a trifle better in the morning although terribly depressed. Have no doubt but that I have had a sharp attack of Grippe of a sort with bad cough which I hear has been very common recently in Knoxville & vicinity. I got up at 10 and sat in the porch and smoked a cigarette, then walked with Miss Buffon to Conservatory of Music — a nice little building. Went down to dinner and met an interesting man Mr. Wilson, of the Tennessee University, Knoxville in the Agricultural department. Continue conversation with him afterwards and then return to rest for a while. After tea, write up some of my tunes then to bed about 5.30. Feeling very weak & ill.

Had a terribly bad night coughing continuously from 10 p.m. — 2 a.m. Head & neuralgia still rather bad. The side of my face so sore I cannot touch it and the scalp of my head so tender that I cannot brush my silver locks! In the afternoon take down several songs from Miss May Ray and one more from Alice Parsons. Altogether this week I have noted 24 tunes some very fine ones, making 60 for first 2 weeks, which considering conditions is not so bad. More proofs which I sent back with a letter of some importance. In the evening dined downstairs met Mr. & Mrs Bryson. He was a Kittredge student and very interested in ballads. Then to bed at 7 p.m. very tired, slept till 8.30. Settled for the night at 10 p.m.

Early up after breakfast in bed and still feeling very feeble & shaky was motored to station — a very primitive stopping place, called Harrogate, with no buildings whatsoever — and took train to Pineville where we arrived after a wonderful mountain journey at 10 a.m. Put up at Continental Hotel, a nice place and clean as things go in the south. We are surrounded by mountains, a very pretty place with pop[ulation] 1000, a great centre for collieries in the vicinity. Rest until lunch and then again afterwards. After tea we stroll out prospecting for songs and although we get nothing hit upon a Mrs. Eliza Sharp who tells us of a good singer Mrs. Pope to go and see and promises to get her niece to sing for us on Wed[nesday] afternoon — or "evening" as she called it. She also told me of another family of Sharps kinsmen of her husband, with whom the first name James is a tradition! Hope to investigate further. Write Constance & Miss Gilman after dinner. Weather very hot, sharp thunderstorm in afternoon and another in evening.

Directly after breakfast Maud and I walked out towards the Poor Farm in quite cool weather. I found it very hard to walk so we went slow and then rested in a very rude log-cabin belonging to a Mrs Mullins. It was the poorest house I have been in, just a shed without windows, and a lean-to at the back by way of kitchen. Full of cracks & ventilation holes and in it Mr and Mrs & 4 or 5 children and a lodger lived. Then we walked on ran Mrs. Pope, a buxom middle aged woman, to earth at Little Jack Asher’s, and lured her away to her house where she sang me several good songs. Got one from a daughter of the house at which Mrs. P[ope] lodged. Then feeling very done up I telephoned for a motor & rode back to lunch. After a rest & tea we sallied forth again to Mrs. Townsley’s, a Creole woman, Irish cum French cum Indian, and her daughter Mrs. Wilson both of whom sang us two ripping songs, a fine version of Rejected Lover, and an execution song with a gorgeous dorian air. Wrote up tunes in the evening & some letters. A good day. Quite cool, but fine.

Soon after breakfast we went up to the Townsleys again and noted 7 more songs including Riddle Song, Kitty alone and I, and a fine version of Awake. Called elsewhere afterwards to no effect and then back to lunch. After tea went to Eliza Sharp’s as by app[ointment], but found her niece could not come over to day so got no songs. Met Mr Myers at Hotel, who spoke to me about his sister’s ballets after lecture at Harrogate. Arranged to go with him after dinner to his sister’s Mrs Ingram. The ballets merely 18th cent soft sawder[?] + a few Burns’s etc, but had a very nice talk with Judge Ingram the husband who told me many useful things about the country, which we wanted to know. A very pleasant evening. Am still feeling very weak and used-up but am on the mend. Weather wonderful, bright & sunny but pleasantly cool at this altitude, i.e. about 1000 feet.

More proofs from Putnam’s but only driblets alas! Directly after breakfast M[aud] and I motored out to Orly[?] about 2_ miles and drew all the cabins there for songs but returned at dinner time empty-handed! We have come to the conclusion that there are too many people here connected with the mines & the railway and too few who are supporting themselves on the produce of their land to warrant our staying on here. So we decide to move on to Harlan tomorrow & wire Campbell accordingly. We make a few more abortive attempts in the afternoon which go to confirm the wisdom of our resolution to be off to other fields tomorrow. I write several letters in the evening including one to Mrs W. W. Kettlewell. Weather still fine but less sunny and more sultry — thunder about I expect. Sent off proofs to Putnam’s in the forenoon.

Went round to Mrs Townsley & Mrs Wilson in the morning and took 6 good songs off them. They are nice people & we must tap them again on return. In the afternoon we left for Kelly Hotel Harlan arriving about 7 p.m. The view from the train was not encouraging — little else than coal-mines and Colliery Co’s tenements and Harlan itself looked still worse for our purpose. Mr Kelly very obliging but quite as dirty & grubby as his hotel where we spent a very unpleasant night in thoroughly dirty airless surroundings. Weather very cold and cheerless which together with absence of prospects for the morrow sent us both to bed thoroughly depressed!

After breakfast Maud and I tramped several miles in the direction we were told was the most favourable. But 3 hours walking convinced us we had come to a thoroughly bad place for our purpose so we determined on return to go back to Pineville at once. This we did despite Mr Kelly’s protestations and were glad when we were once again decently and cleanly housed at the Continental. We did a little shopping , wrote letters and went to bed early after very enjoyable warm baths — the last we shall see for some weeks I expect.

Left Pineville at 9.37 and arrived at Barbourville & the Hotel Jones at 10.45. Prospected at once and found omens much more favourable. After lunch I rested while Maud explored in another direction but brought back unfavourable news. After tea we went out again and tried a third direction and about _ a mile from the Hotel struck a nest of singers of the right sort from whom in an hour and a half we take down 11 songs. Delighted at this turn in our luck. Arranged to call again at same place at noon tomorrow. Wrote up book in the evening and wrote long letters to Mrs Storrow & Constance. Hotel fairly comfortable Bath rooms but no hot water! Rather grubby and bed clothes distinctly "off". However, might be worse and so long as we get some songs we can put up with this amount of discomfort.

Up early and tramped in the rain to the depot to see after our trunks as we decide to stay here a few days before going on to Manchester — wire Campbell accordingly. Then call on President Franklin at Union College & promise to address his students in the evening.1 Write letters until noon when we have a hurried lunch and then repair again to our singers. Had a long séance, a third sister Mrs Poff turning up. Got some good songs but there were so many squalling children in the room it was very hard & tiring to note the tunes. Gave some dollars at the end which bucked them up tremendously and promised well for tomorrow. After dinner went round to Union College & addressed the students — not a very well behaved lot, particularly the girls. Got nothing of any value from them but Mrs Franklin sang me a beautiful version of Two Sisters which she had learned in her home at Ohio. Very tired on our return. Weather cold, wet & cheerless.

After breakfast went out for a long tramp in atrocious mud along the road we went on Sunday morning. Called on several cabins, Mrs Sutton, Banvaver[?], & Adams, but got nothing. Mrs Adams however gave us the names of one or two singers. They were all very friendly in the mountain manner and our visits were very pleasant though abortive so far as songs go. We returned at noon and after a hurried lunch went off again to our singers. Mrs Alice Sloan tried to keep children away & succeeded except for Mrs Poff’s little girl who squalled incessantly. Mrs Broughton the mother, a dear old lady, sang most of the songs being the fount & origin of them. Returned at 3.30 dreadfully tired. After a short rest looked through & posted proofs which had arrived in the morning then began writing out tunes, adjourning at 6.45 for dinner. Wrote Campbell & Norman Wilkinson.

In the morning we went round to rout out a Mrs Delie Knuckles. After going to her former residence (and having a formal visit with her former hostess) we struck her present dwelling. Wouldn’t sing then — too busy, washing — but promised to do so tomorrow at 5. Then on to a Mr Ben Henson, a nice good-looking farmer chap of about 35, who by mere chance happened to be home. He gave me a beautiful version of B[arbara] Allen & promised to sing tomorrow night after dinner. At 12.30 we went again to the Broughton-cum-Sloan group and got several more good songs. On return found a lot of proofs awaiting me — only 2nd or 3rd proofs alas! — After a rest & some tea, did the proofs and posted them myself at 5 p.m. special delivery. At 6 went to the Franklin’s to dinner. Found them very friendly & hospitable. Rather like a slightly older & more sophisticated version of Storey & his wife of Mt Smokey! They entertained us pleasantly and it was a nice evening. But I am very tired & feel far from well.

Felt very rotten on waking up and decide to spend a quiet morning at home. First wrote up my tunes gathered yesterday, then wrote a few letters including one to Aldrich. After lunch went round to the Sloan’s, or rather on this occasion to Mrs Broughton’s house where I got another 10 or 11 interesting tunes including a first rate Frog song and a Cock Robin, & curiously enough, a Cuckoo Song. Returned home feeling very seedy indeed and lay on my bed for an hour or two. Took my temperature 101 and got into bed. Clearly in for another attack of the infernal Flue or Grippe as they call "it" in these parts — From the way it starts it bids fair to be a pretty bad attack.

Slept much better than I expected, but of course feel very ill on waking. Temp[erature] still up, & remains up all day, somewhere about 100, rising in the late afternoon a degree or more. Feel very depressed for it is clear this puts a stopper on further collecting — at any rate it puts out of court any possibility of doing Manchester, Oneida, & Clay Co, and I fear I am in for another few years of susceptibility to Grippe like the awful years 1894-1906.

Temperature very persistent. Some headache behind right eye and sometimes extending down right side of face, as I had at Harrogate. In fact attack similar except that it is more constant & persistent in the matter of temperature and there is no cold or cough — thank goodness. Very depressed at the smashing up of all my hopes & projects. But for this infernal disease this would have been pretty nearly a record week. Maud most devoted. Camping out in my room every night and does everything she can think of to help me. The Proprietors of the Hotel, Brothers Beales are most kind & helpful. The Hotel is a very second rate affair but they do what they can to accommodate me.

No better. Temperature remains about the same. I eat nothing of course, and am feeling dreadfully weak. In afternoon call in a doctor Dr Logan — after consulting Mr Franklin over the telephone. He gave me some very powerful purgatives and promised to see me again tomorrow. Feeling very ill & hopeless. Change into a better room — next to Maud’s — in the afternoon. It is larger & more airy and the bed is not jammed up against the window[?] as in the other one. This Maud worked through the Beales.

Wake up feeling very weak but with less headache. D[octor] came after breakfast and says I am a bit better. Thinks temperature will not rise so much today. Hope he will prove a true prophet! Alas the temperature not only rose, but much higher than before. Indeed I had a really bad bout of fever with rigor[?] from 3p.m. till 11p.m.. The Dr wouldn’t come round nor did he suggest anything to relieve the fever mainly apparently because it would interfere with his diagnosis! Clearly the patient is made for the doctor in these as in other parts of the world.

Wake up feeling very weak after a disturbed and I expect semi-delirious night. But curiously enough my head is clearer intellectually than it has been for some time. Perhaps that fever bout yesterday was the last & worst kick from the fiend! D[octor] seems to hesitate as to whether I am down with typhoid, or grippe, or what he calls auto intoxication. Is going to call in another doctor tomorrow. Maud wires Campbell who wires back that he is coming here and will arrive 7.30 tomorrow. In the afternoon Dr Logan turns up accompanied by another brother saw- bones, ironically named Albright, a good-natured, smiling , rather old, and obviously stupid person who examines me and makes non-commital platitudes. Anyhow I feel a bit better and wire Campbell to postpone departure till he hears from us in the morning. Temperature rises again in the evening, not so severely as heretofore, but sufficiently to leave me like a chewed rag, in which state I embark on another night.

Feeling very ill, but on the whole a trifle better. Wire Campbell to come down if he can do so without any personal inconvenience. He wires later that he will arrive tomorrow at 1.30 accompanied by Dr Packhard who by chance was with him when my wire arrived. I have a lot of proofs to go through and in the afternoon early Maud gets Mrs. Knuckles to come round to sing to me. I take down five rather nice ones including a curious version of Lady Maisry which adds to my "Child" finds. I get off all the music proofs — quite a lot — but hold back the Introduction. I have practically no fever at night and am beginning to eat a little. When I shall be even decently strong again it is impossible to say but it must be a long time even if I do not get another attack which I am practically sure to do.

A fair night, but always feel most seedy in the morning. Mail letters came yesterday and I re-read these and begin work on reading proof of Introduction. Campbell & Packhard turn up at 2 and I see a good deal of them in the afternoon. P. seems I think to favour Grippe theory and I expect he is right though probably I have had some other poison as well. Find it rather tiring to talk with my friends and am glad to be alone in the evening. My temp[erature] keeps down but is continually straying up a point or two. I do not feel I have done more as yet than arrest the attack. We discuss plans. Packhard wants to take me off to Berea tomorrow and look after me on the journey, but I veto this not feeling capable of the necessary exertion — I have not been out of bed yet!

Friday 18 May 1917 Barbourville After breakfast I made a great effort and got up, dressed and tottered downstairs escorted by Dr Packhard. Then with his help I went over to the barber’s and got 8 days beard removed, then went up to my room again, had lunch and rested. After tea I came down again and sat in the hall where it was much cooler and I got away from the smells of the painting that was going on on the top floor. We discussed plans and decided to make a dash for Berea in the morning Campbell telephoning to get us rooms and deciding together with Packhard to wait & see us through our journey. Maud packed all the evening while I lay in bed quite exhausted after my effort. In the morning Mrs Knuckles came in before I got up and gave me a few more songs. Weather distressingly hot which makes me perhaps feel my weakness more than ever. I never remember being such a crock.

Dressed soon after 9 and then at 10 motored with the Dr [Packhard] & Maud to the station C[ampbell] going ahead to see after baggage. We caught the 10.15 to Corbin changed there and after a very hot, stiflingly hot and wearisome journey — we stopped at every station — arrived at Berea at 1.15. Had lunch & then to my room. Tried to lie down but it was too hot. So had some tea & then came downstairs and sat in the verandah till dinner time. Campbell & Packhard went & called upon President Frost and rooted out particulars about singers. After dinner sat in verandah till 10 p.m. said good bye to Dr [Packhard] & Campbell who were going to catch midnight train back to Asheville. I completely collapsed when I reached my room where the heat was intense. Unless I can get a better room tomorrow I must go elsewhere.

Woke up feeling very tired, but after breakfast in bed got up got up and went out into verandah. Then wrote up tunes in my books till lunch, after which I rested in my new & better room. After tea I finished writing out my tunes & then wrote to Miss [Peggy] Scovill and then again to verandah for dinner. Afterward some students came & sang 3 good tunes to me after which I addressed the company & Maud & I sang The Cruel Mother — Then talked to several people and finally went and had my pipe in the verandah talking to Miss Child (daughter of Prof[essor] Child) and Mrs Embree whose husband is Sec[retary] of Rockefeller Trust in N[ew] York! Two rather influential women if I could only get on the right side of them! To bed feeling certainly better though still very weak and good for nothing.

Weather very hot but rather better night in my new room. After breakfast make friends with some people of the name of Henry from Louisville. Miss Violet Henry sings me some very interesting songs which she learned as a child on her grandfather’s knee, the grandfather having come from Virginia. After dinner Mrs Vanhook sings me a few fairly good ones. My day is as follows. Breakfast at 7.15, sit on verandah, talk to people and try short walks till 10 when I lie down till dinner at noon. A pipe and a short walk in the verandah and then to bed till 3.30 when Maud makes me tea. Write up tunes etc or letters or sit on verandah till supper at 6, and then go to bed at 8. This evening President & Mrs Frost dine with us at the hotel and kindly promise to make better arrangements about my food with Miss Cameron who is a very ill-natured person who for some reason resents my being here. I have never spoken to her.

A very slow and uninteresting day. The weather is breaking up, storms etc. and it is getting rapidly cooler. I try to get in touch with Prof[essor] Smith & Rayne but it is difficult. The latter comes & sees me for a few minutes in the morning and I return him his MSS. He leaves some more of his collection for me to look through but it contains very little of any value — very largely made up of modern stuff quite worthless. He has a little more discrimination than Smith which is about all there is to be said. In the evening after dinner Droghan comes in & sings me a few more songs. He is a mountain boy but is now only interested in things that contain "great thoughts" and regards the fool songs as something far beneath his intellectual notice!

In the morning Maud and I walk to the Carnegie library & have an interesting talk with librarian. A very poor collection of ballads and not a single volume with music. Then feeling still no better although weather is now quite cold, 50 or lower, call in Dr Packhard’s friend Dr Cowley the College Dr. He examines me very thoroughly and thinks I have had mild tubercle for 20 years or more thus accounting for recurrent attacks of Flue in the past and the present. Strongly advises X-ray on my chest. Prepares to inject arsenic into me, but I promptly veto this. A nice, clean & sincere man but like all doctors full of one idea — in his case incipient tuberculosis from which he suffers himself. In the afternoon Miss Lilian Ogle and Miss Mayene Baker come in & sing me some songs.

Weather still very cold. At last my mail arrives from Asheville — have had nothing for 6 days. Letters from home very pleasant reading. No less than 5 packets of proofs from Putnam’s which occupy me all day — get them all off except one (Introduction) in the evening. In the afternoon 3 students come in & sing very nicely. The only ones of use to me here are those who have just come in from the mountains and are beginning their course. They are nice girls and sing prettily. Am asked to address Faculty tomorrow night at 7.30. No further calls from Smith nor Rayne! Every one seems to shun me. Weather gets warmer in the evening. I am much about the same with about as much strength as a mouse!

Feeling rather seedy again, and temperature goes up ominously in the afternoon. However, nothing comes of it, and it soon goes down again to about a degree below normal, where it seems to like to sit more than anywhere else! Three students — the Hyltons & Moseley — come in in the afternoon & give me several songs. In the evening I address the Faculty, President Frost in the chair, and evidently interest them a good deal in my estimate of the ballads and of the mountain people. Professor Raine — hitherto rather snuffy — now adopts a most humble manner. I think they classed me before they knew me with Wyman, Brockway, McGill & that crowd!1 Find speaking rather tiring, but less so than I expected. Talked, sitting down, for the best part of an hour, ending up with songs.

A very busy day. Attend chapel at 9.30 and address students afterwards singing 3 or 4 songs. Makes a considerable stir and various students call on me during the day to sing to me. Mrs Frost brings Mr Baker round to sing to me together with a gift of honey in the comb. The honey of better quality than the songs! Prof. Raine dines with me and we have a long discussion afterwards about ballad singing at Berea. Also Miss Scotton[?] & Miss Jamieson call on me in the evening and we talk on verandah, the former showing me her dulcimer of three strings tuned in octave A. Weather very windy, but hot & muggy nevertheless.

Mr J. L. Baker came in after breakfast and sang me some songs. Spent the morning writing up tunes, sitting in the verandah and resting on my bed. Mr Rigby the music director here lunched with me and we discussed Amherst and I strongly advised his being one of the President’s nominees. At 4 p.m. Mrs Frost drove us in a motor to a Mr Kinnard who sang me several songs but nothing very startling. Spent a quiet evening and had a bath before going to bed. Weather hot but boisterous. Do not seem to be getting much stronger yet. I finished off proof of Introduction and posted it to Putnams.

A lot of proofs arrived. I looked them through at high pressure in the morning and got them off to Putnams by the 1 o’clock post — record time! In the afternoon Miss Corwin[?], the librarian called for us and we went down to interview Mrs Talithah Powell, in the Hotel Bus! She sang me some good songs including Bailiff’s Daughter of Islington. At the end of the séance her sister started a prayer meeting, praying herself, followed in succession quickly by her brother who especially commended us to the Almighty for the "profitable" work we are doing! I was in deadly fear that the prayer making would extend to me but happily I was spared this ordeal and indignity. Prof[essor] Raine dined with us. We breakfasted with the President who consented to find money for Berea Ballad book. He is quite interested & asked me to address Faculty again on Wednesday.

Maud and I with Prof[essor] Raine walked round to a Mrs Hayes in the morning. She sang only one song of any value but promised to "stud" up some more for tomorrow at 4p.m. In the afternoon paid a visit to Mr Ehrenberg’s[?] "Log Cabin", the shrine of the weaving, basket making etc. All Arty & Crafty of the worst kind. Several people there including President & Mrs Frost and Bradley the mountain litterateur whom I met at my lecture in Boston in April. He is an interesting man. He dined with us and we talked long while afterwards in the verandah. Weather hot and not very pleasant.

Maud and I walked round after breakfast to see Mr Combes who sang me several nice songs. Finished writing up my tunes before lunch. After rest wrote several letters, including one to Constance, sent off cable to her "Accept" concerning Novellos’ book of songs for Training Colleges. At 4 p.m. went to Raine’s office to meet Mrs Hayes who gave me one more song. Miss Stoton also sang me Golden Vanity and a Mr Flannery several others. In the evening I addressed the Faculty — a very full meeting. Didn’t talk very well, but managed to get a good deal said in some sort of fashion. Very tired when I went to bed after a very warm sultry day. More thunder brewing and a stormy night before us.

It blew a great gale again in the night and rained torrents with the result that air is a little cooler. Packed after breakfast for our journey to Pineville at 12.40. Talked with Miss Corwin[?], Mrs Duncan, Raine etc. Several students came in in the morning and I took some good songs from Maud Kilburn and Ollie Huff. Went & said good bye to the President who told manager of Hotel to remit the payment of my personal expenses — an unexpected courtesy. Directly after lunch at 11.45 went down to station in motor, Bradley accompanying us and left by the 12.40. Changed at Corbin and reached Pineville at 5 p.m., glad to get to our old rooms and a comfortable hotel once again. Weather very hot in the morning and fairly warm on the journey, but it seemed a bit cooler at Pineville. Sat out in the cool on the verandah after dinner till bed-time.

Maud went out after breakfast to follow up some clues while I wrote up my tune books and wrote several letters. A terrific thunderstorm broke at 11, and a large piece of my ceiling fell down, on the bed — not the one I sleep in — Fortunately although only a few feet away none of it fell on me! Maud returned at dinner time with satisfactory results and it looks as though we may get on to some new singers here. After tea we go out to see two of these but get nothing, one of them — Mrs Thompson — being out and the other not any use. Weather very hot but it is always cool here evening & morning and as we have 7.30 breakfast we get a good deal of the cool morning.

Breakfast early and then sally forth to our old friends Mrs Townsley & Mrs Wilson who were ready to hug us with delight if we would have submitted! They had heard that a man & woman had been arrested for spies at Middlesboro and all their neighbours assured them that we no doubt were the criminal couple. Mrs Wilson nearly came to Middlesboro to see if she could help us! They gave us 7 good songs and a Mrs Lawson a beautiful version of The Cuckoo. Weather stifling. I found the walk very trying mainly because of the intense & close heat — 85 in the shade. A heavy thunderstorm at 5 a.m. this morning, and another at 3 p.m. After the latter had cleared off we went out and caught Mrs Thompson at home and took 3 songs from her, including a beautiful dorian version of Mrs Tom Price’s[?] Cruel Ship’s Carpenter tune. My temperature keeps consistently subnormal. Tonight it is only just over 96!!

Wrote letters all the morning to Campbell, Rabold, Packhard, Krehbeil, Shaw, Peabody, etc while Maud went out to follow up two clues of singers at Wallsend. She found one woman died last week and the other had gone away for a holiday! In the afternoon after tea we called on Mrs Field and her grandaughter sang to us, also an Aunt — quite a pleasant little party. Then I went to call on Mrs Sharp and give her the photograph I took of her children. A poor dinner and then early to bed, feeling very seedy again. My teeth are beginning to bother me and the heat is intense. Two heavy thunderstorms today, so much cooler — though very damp in the evening.

Woke up with another, a front tooth beginning to ache. Didn’t sleep very well. Went round to Mrs Townsley & Mrs Wilson after breakfast, first looking through and getting off some proofs. Got several songs and returned home at 11, very tired, chiefly I think because of the great heat. Lie down till lunch, and lie on my bed pretty nearly all the afternoon. Look through some more proofs at 5, & send them off. Do not feel much like going to Barbourville tomorrow as arranged, but we make plans to go by the 9.36 train, telephoning to Mrs Franklin. I go to bed very soon after dinner, feeling good for nothing. My teeth still bother me.

Had a long and apparently a good night, but feel so weak that after breakfast sitting on the verandah we decide to give up Barbourville and make tracks for Hot Springs tomorrow by the 4 a.m. train. Lucky we decided to do this for directly afterwards my front tooth suddenly began to ache violently necessitating a hurried visit to the dentist who very cleverly patched it up and stopped the aching. It is clear I must have my teeth properly seen to so decide to give up projected stay at Hot Springs & go direct to Asheville tomorrow. Wire Campbell accordingly. Mrs Wilson comes in in the afternoon to tea, and sings to me. Then I write up my books & Maud packs.

Called at 3 a.m. No water (except a single pail of it) because water supply in this individualistic community is cut off between 11 p.m. and 5 a.m. However, make tea & wash after a fashion and catch 4.10 train, arriving at Middlesboro 4.50. Breakfast (!!) there at 5.30 and catch 6 train for Knoxville arriving at 9, where owing to 8.30 being late we catch a train for Asheville immediately and arrive there at 3 p.m. instead of waiting at Knoxville as we expected to do till 4, and getting to Asheville at 11 p.m. Campbell met us and after looking around take rooms at Grove Park Inn, a very wonderful and crazy sort of place where however we shall get clear & good air and wholesome and well cooked food, and those are what I am after for the moment. Weather piping hot but I stood journey wonderfully — considering.

Yesterday I asked Campbell to make an app[ointment] for me with a good dentist. This he did. Accordingly I go down and see Dr. Sinclair at 11.30. He said the six front teeth must come out — the sooner the better — and that he will try & fix me up with new sets, top & bottom, by Sunday next. Decide to have extracting done at 10.30 next morning. Then home to lunch and at 3 going out to Campbell’s new Log Hut in West Asheville, where we had tea and showed Mrs Campbell the songs we had collected on last trip. Had a nice chat & a pleasant afternoon getting back to our Inn at 8, in time for dinner, and to hear organ recital & see Movies afterwards. A curious set of people here. All very rich & respectable. Contrast between Grove Park Inn and Central Hotel Sevierville, pretty striking!

I faced the 2 doctors at 11 and had the teeth all out. But I never got properly under the influence of the gas, owing, I believe, to the bad & clumsy way in which it was administered, consequently it was a very painful business and I suffered a great deal from shock. The gums bled all day and all night and I had rather a miserable time of it altogether. Sinclair took a plaster mould of lower jaw and promised to put in teeth there tomorrow morning. Weather cooler, thunder storms etc and everything seems favourable except my unhappy condition owing to the operation this morning. However, it is a relief to know that the worst is over!

To the dentist again in the morning to have a mould taken of the upper jaw, and to have the lower plate fitted — rather a nasty business. Sinclair promises to fit the upper plate either this afternoon or tomorrow morning — later on he telephones me to come tomorrow. The lower plate feels very peculiar but I feel I shall soon get used to it. Back to lunch. At 3.15 Campbell comes in and has tea with us and stays till 5.30. I have not yet met Mrs Crane who is staying at this Inn nor the crazy proprietor Mr Seely whom I am told, if I could engage his interest, might be inclined to help me financially. This Hotel is a fad of his, built & given to him by his father a man who made a fortune with a patent medicine.1

To the dentist again at 10 a.m. and am fitted with a new set of teeth for my upper jaw. At first it seemed impossible that I could ever talk again with any distinctiveness of enunciation but after practising a little and finding the difficult consonants I improve wonderfully and so rapidly that by the evening I believe I could have lectured had I been called upon to do so. the Campbells come to lunch and stay to tea and we have a very pleasant reunion. I am getting very sick of this idle, rich sort of life, and am wondering how I am going to stick it through the present week. I suppose the rest in such healthful conditions is good for me — but I hate it none the less on that account!

Decide to take a day off from the dentist to-day! Dictate letters to Putnam etc in the morning. In the afternoon go to the Perry’s where we meet the Campbells. Maud and I sing several songs and I play through my draft accompaniments which meet with very general approval. Get back in time for dinner at 8.30. Weather hot but not unpleasant. Am getting better in myself but very it takes very little physical exercise to knock me up. Have a good appetite.

The lower plate hurting one of my teeth I go again to dentist. When he has put it right he proceeds to finish me off, first scraping tartar from teeth in lower jaw, then polishing them up to look nice — as good as new — and finally stopping the eye tooth in upperjaw. All very unpleasant but not actually painful. It was an immense relief when at the end of it he said there was nothing more to be done! I could hardly believe it. Home to lunch and a rest after. After tea Maud went to see Campbell while I sat in the verandah and put modal indices to my mountain tunes.

My lower plate hurts more than ever so that I cannot use it. As Campbell had asked me to lunch to meet Revenel, I went down a little early and saw Sinclair who on the second attempt succeeded in making it all right — apparently. Then to lunch with Revenel, a Huguenot lawyer with property at Highlands, in N. Carolina. He gave me a good deal of information and seemed so interested in my discoveries that he suggested I should speak before a literary soc[iety] of which he is President — The "Pen and Plate" tomorrow night — to which I agree if it can be arranged. He telephones later on to say all is arranged. In the evening after dinner I have a long talk with Mrs Crane about Russia, Y.M.C.A. and other exciting questions. Maud seedy all day but better in the evening. Wire Algonquin that I arrive on Sunday & leave here on Sat[urday] aft[ernoon].

Thunderstorm brewing in the morning. I sit in the verandah writing letters etc while Maud goes to Campbell to get mail, arrange about reservations for Saturdays journey etc. At noon we give Mrs Crane and her daughter a little private talk and concert concerning the mountain songs. Very nice old lady whose vision is limited by Y.M.C.A. affairs! Spend a quiet afternoon, resting & looking through proofs and then after dinner go down to the Manor Park Hotel and lecture to the Pen & Plate Club for 2 hours or more. Find to my satisfaction that I can talk as easily and as clearly with my new teeth as I used to with my old ones! and that 4 days only since I was fitted with them. Mr Hayes with Campbell motor us back to the hotel where we arrive about 11.30, have some milk & go to bed!

Spend a quiet morning on the verandah smoking and writing in lovely bright and cool weather. Maud goes down to the dentist while I interview a man from the Asheville Times who wants to put an article in next Sunday’s paper or the week after. Westray Battle comes to lunch and introduces me a flame[?] of his own a Mrs Liddell, rather a pretty woman. Campbell turns up to tea, all agog about last night’s lecture and the impression that it made on his friends! Mrs Campbell comes later on and we all dine together. They go rather early which gives us a little spare time to pack before we turn in. Weather quite cold to-day but fine & bright. Max[imum] temp[erature] only 64! Have to ask for a third blanket before going to bed! What a changeable climate this is!

Finish off packing after breakfast and prepare to get away to Campbell’s office for a farewell visit. Weather colder than ever. Call on Campbell and see the dentist for the last time and get him to make an adjustment and give me the name of a dentist who will do the same for me in N[ew] York, if required. Bring Campbell back to lunch and catch 3.45 train. Mrs Crane & her daughter in the train as far as Washington. Have a talk with her in the evening and say good bye, as she leaves the train early tomorrow before we get up.

A fair night and a nice breakfast — much nicer than the dinner last night which was in a Southern dining-car and very so-so, as all Southern things are. Arrive at New York at 1 p.m., drive to the Algonquin where we have lunch. Then a rest and begin unpacking boxes left behind here — our own trunks arrive in the evening. Empty mine in order that I may send trunk to be mended tomorrow. Go to bed rather early after writing several letters to tell people we are here. Miss Gilman came in & we had a long chat in the evening. N[ew] York about as cool as Asheville.

So cold that on getting up I arrayed myself in a winter suit with undervest and pants — March attire. A hardish ground frost not many miles from N[ew] York. Wrote a long & careful letter to Winthrop Rogers about my ballad book in the morning. Gowing resplendent in private’s uniform (at least as good as any officer’s) is staying here & called on us in the morning. He gave our lunch to the Gilmans downstairs, Rabold unfaithfully crying off. We had a nice talk at lunch and a longer one afterwards up in our room. After tea Mr Lioll Suete[?] the actor- manager called on me about the music & dances of a pageant-play he is to produce in the autumn. Had a long talk with him about Barker, Benson and other mutual friends. Iden Payne dined with us. He goes to St Louis to direct a pageant there on Tuesday, poor devil. We hope he will avoid the tentacles of the arch-fiend Le Beaune! After dinner he came up to our room and we sang & talked to a late hour. He is a very good friend of ours and it was nice to see him again.

Called at 6.30 — early breakfast and then to the opening of the school in 93rd St[reet]. Our worst fears realized when only 5 or 6 students turned up, increased to 9 or 10 as the day went on. Rabold was at White Plains all day superintending the postponed pageant but Maud and I were more than enough to attend to the needs of our little flock. I took two Morris Classes, a C[ountry] D[ance] Class & Sword class and of course the singing class but didn’t talk — it seemed so unnecessary. Whether more will come or not I don’t know but expect not. Maud and I discuss whether we ought to advise the stopping of the school and on mentioning this to Miss Gilman agree to discuss the matter again on Wednesday. Weather beautifully bright but quite cool, not to say cold in the morning. Found the first day in harness very tiring and of course the failure of the venture was very depressing. It is bad enough for us but infinitely worse for poor Miss Gilman for whom I feel deeply sorry. This is not the country for an artist to exploit. Its taste is shown by its predilection for Rag Time, Bunny Hugs etc.

Looked through proofs and took them to Putnam’s together with the map which Campbell had sent me. Had a long talk with Savage who was much more civil now that I went to him and not S. W. Putnam of whom he is clearly very jealous. He says book ought to be ready by September. The printers are going rather faster but I do not think he will prove a true prophet. Rested after lunch and then did a couple of hours harmonizing at Grays, dining with Maud at old English place in 43rd St[reet]. Weather warmer than yesterday but quite bearable.

Began Gilman week with classes 10-11.30 and lecture till 12. I taught a couple of dances and Maud did the rest. Home at 12.30 when we lunched. Maud went to dentist at 3.15 to have her tooth out and I accompanied her — it all went off pretty well. Classes again from 5-6, Maud & I sharing the work. Have a long talk with Mr Hills who foreshadows an engagement at Albany. Hough comes to dinner — rather late, 7.45. After dinner we go out to see illuminations in honour of Italian War Commission then return home and talk till nearly midnight when we roll into bed very tired! Weather much hotter.

Miss Gilman again 10-12 and I get thro’ my second lecture with fair credit. Dr Wilson comes after and talks. Then to do some more proofs and entertain Miss Beiderhaze to lunch at Algonquin. Finish proofs after lunch, a short rest, tea at 4, take round proofs to Putnam’s and see proof of Map. Promise to see printed proof on Tuesday. Class as usual in afternoon. Dinner at Old English place in 43rd St[reet] then quiet evening at home & bed early. Weather very hot. This is the hottest day we have had in N[ew] York between 80 & 90. Miss Hamilton of Toronto came to class in the afternoon & we had a nice chat. She leaves tomorrow & wouldn’t dine with us.

Went out soon after breakfast, first correcting proofs for Putnam’s & returning them. Called on Everley at Rockefeller Foundation to discuss financial aspect of mountain work — not to much effect, alas! — then to Ames & Rollinson about certificates, leaving several with them & finally to the Swan Fountain people. Lunched in 6th Ave[nue], and after a rest went round to Grays and did 2_ h[ours] harmonizing. Returned in time to dress for dinner. Mr & Mrs Meredith dined with us and we went to his theatre in the evening. Saw 3 one-act plays, two of them very so-so, the 3rd, The Pariah, by Strindberg — very fine1.

A very quiet day. Rather late breakfast. Wrote some music at Hotel and then went to Grays at 10.45 to harmonize till lunch. The Misses Gilman lunched with us. After tea and a rest I went to Gray’s again till 7, when Maud and I dined at Henri’s. Rabold came round in the evening and we talked till late. Weather for last 2 or 3 days stiflingly hot & very trying. A cooler change seems to be beginning now. My hay fever is also coming on, and is pretty bad to-night. Maud went out & got me some adrenaline.

After the school in the morning go to Players Club to lunch with Iden Payne. Then home calling at Cross’s about my trunk which of course they have not returned as per promise. After school in the afternoon go to Brevoort Hotel to dine with Hough . I went round to his room after and spent a very pleasant evening chatting over the piano etc. I liked him this evening better than I have done before. He is a very nice fellow despite his rather priggish manner. But then he has been in the Consular service & he is very young. Weather very hot.

Rabold lunched with us after the morning school. I then work at proofs, take them round to Putnams see & discuss proof of map and then go to afternoon school. Rabold dined with us at Algonquin & talks of breakfasting with us tomorrow morning! Terrible evening packing for tomorrow’s journey. I am thoroughly sick of trying to stow away my clothes in my various boxes. Weather very hot but not unbearable.

Rabold breakfasted with us. Weather hotter than ever! Usual classes in the morning after which we all lunch with Rabold at new place in 40th St[reet] i.e., the Gilmans Maud & self. After a hurried return to Algonquin to finish off packing begin classes again at 2, and the conduct C[ountry] D[ance] certificate exam with 4 candidates all of whom pass very well. Then back to Algonquin for our small luggage & to settle up, & then to station where after having tea we leave at 5 p.m. for Boston. Arrive at 10.10 and taxi to Hotel Touraine where we get good if rather gorgeous rooms on same floor.

Sleep very well and have breakfast at 8. Telephone Mrs Storrow who promises to come to lunch at 12.15. Then to Mrs Coolidge’s to interview Newfoundland maid. Latter no singer but I have interesting information about N[ewfoundland] singers. Return to meet Mrs S, who, instead of lunching with us drives us about in her motor in search of Lily. After vain travellings hither & thither for an hour we return — Mrs S to go back to the Girls Scout’s camp we to entertain Belden at Lunch and afterwards to discuss our recent songs. At 5 we go to Girls camp, have dinner there and afterwards talk, sing, teach songs & dances etc. To bed at 10.30. Very tired.

Write letters after breakfast to Constance & others. Then go to see Fischer of Ditson’s to arrange for some of my books to go to Amherst & to discuss new Mountain Song book. He tells me they are negotiating for an Agent in London probably Kling, admiss[?] who has bought Chester’s business in Brighton & is setting up in London in Breitkopf & Hartel’s place in London. After early lunch catch 1.40 for Amherst. Raining hard when we arrive but cooler thank Heaven. In the evening see Miss Flanders, unpack and settle in generally. Prospects of School very gloomy. Partly because of war, partly because Mrs Storrow spread rumours of my illness abroad, the number of students woefully small. Then too there has been actually no advertising.

[M.A.C.], Amherst1 Start school at 9. Only about 20 students. Lily not yet arrived — at Pageant in Boston — so content with 3 classes, Nora [Jervis] taking 2nd class, and Miss Chapin 3rd. Nice singing class & demonstration. Students though few in number excellent in quality and top class a really good one. Make many arrangements with Thompson, the professor of M.A.C. who takes Herd’s place, and Miss Flanders who is our Secretary. I lecture in the afternoon and everything goes very smoothly. We are quite comfortable at Cosby’s who look after us wonderfully well. I have the same rooms as last year but we have our meals here this year which is a far better and pleasanter arrangement.

Breakfast at 8.30. Then sit, smoke & talk on verandah with Rabold & others till 11 when I work at my proofs till lunch at 1.30. After a rest and tea, Maud and I go a short walk and afterwards read till dinner at 6.30. After dinner Maud and I sang some mountain songs on the verandah to a chosen few and then after milk and biscuits go to bed early. Weather fairly cool and it looks as though there were going to be more rain. Country very beautiful. The view from the M.A.C. looking its best just now.

The school went very well to-day though it is sad to see so few students. Maud’s class of 10 students is a fine one, but the other classes are feeble. Lily turned up yesterday so she is teaching. The delightful Peabody sisters motor us to & fro the school every day which is most kind of them & very helpful. I talked to day about ballet, aesthetic dancing etc, having on Saturday discussed the philosophy of folk art generally.

Nothing important to relate. The weather is very hot but not unbearably so. I sleep badly but feel quite well and well able to dance again which is a great delight to me. I lecture in the evening finishing off yesterday’s discourse and then describing origin of Sword dance. We have our meals at Cosby’s (where we rent our rooms) which is a much better arrangement than last year.

This being the national holiday we only hold our morning session and adjourn for the afternoon one. There was a pageant on the common which I went to see for 5 minutes but it was so dull I left it. I had piles of proofs to look through and this occupied me all the afternoon 3.30-6.45. Maud went out with the Peabody party a picknicking. Rabold came in in the evening and I played him some of the accompaniments (I have recently been writing) on my piano here. In the morning I started teaching the Handsworth sword dance.

A perfectly lovely day, fine & bright but not too hot. School went very well in the morning — I continued the Handsworth and find I remember it wonderfully. In the afternoon we gave our first public demonstration to quite a large audience. It went very well and I danced in 6 or 7 country dances! The Steinbergs motored over for the afternoon.

Classes as usual. Resumed my lectures continuing discussion of Morris & Sword dances. Weather keeps wonderfully fine and nice. In the evening go to Movies with Charlotte and a bunch of students — great fun!

Several new students I am glad to say and this brings our numbers up to nearly 30 which is fairly respectable. Maud ill and retires home after first class in the morning. I take her other classes as the day goes on. Meet Mrs Herd and Mrs Newlin on Common at 6 p.m. to discuss about demonstration on the 12th. Go to movies again in the evening with Charlotte etc and to drug store afterwards for drinks. Maud better.

A very quiet day. Breakfast at 8.30, look through two lots of proofs and write 8 or 10 letters to Mrs Storrow etc. Rest after lunch. Go walk with Maud after tea. Play tunes to select company on my piano in the evening. Maud got up about 11 a.m. and seems fairly well. Weather less sunny & rather cooler.

Usual classes. Decide to institute 4th class tomorrow as Lily’s class is too heterogeneous. Maud teaches Midsummer Night’s Dream Mound dance to her class to be performed at tomorrow’s demonstration. They learn it very quickly & seem to like it hugely. Campbell arrives and calls on me in the late afternoon but we fail to meet. Maud and I dine with Miss Scovill and spend quite an interesting evening — Rabold being other guest. Weather quite cold, and people complained of the wintry blasts when sitting out under the trees listening to my evening’s discourse.

Some little difficulty with Prof[essor] Thomson about rooms, but eventually straighten it out. Four classes in nice working order now. In the evening we did a demonstration in aid of the Red Cross on the Common in the town, doing amongst other things the M[idsummer] N[ight’s] D[ream] dance round a tree. Rain threatened all day and grass rather down[?] Ground lightens up. Danced from 7-8. Afterwards walked with Campbell & Miss Dame[?] to who is doing a pageant here and has rented a nice house for the year he has been here. Very pleasant evening with him & his family. Walked home about 10.30.

A Miss Hewitt from Williamstown who had previously written to me arrived in the morning and arranged with me to give her a private singing lesson each day for 10 dollars, or 50 for the week including school fees. This will help our empty coffers a trifle. I give her first lesson to day. In the evening having come to an end with my talks about the 3 dances, I gave a lecture on Children’s Games, in the Chapel alas! as it was raining outside. Weather very dull and quite cold unusually so for this season of the year.

A very heavy day. I give Miss Hewitt her hour lesson during the morning country dance hour and practice Haxby with the demonstrators in sword dance hour. Display in Drill Hall in the afternoon a very good one. We did amongst other things, the M[idsummer] N[ight’s] D[ream] dance, Haxby and Step Stately, the latter a beautiful dance, going very beautifully. Herd Langdon & Campbell there and a very good audience. In the evening I lectured on Appalachian songs at Stockbridge Hall with lantern slides. Quite a successful little meeting and a nice audience of students & outsiders, the latter outnumbering the former.

Still very dull but getting hot again and we swelter in a very muggy damp heat. Hold senior exams in the afternoon and pass the three who come before us, Mrs Gibbs, the Misses Bolles & Foss — the first Advanced Certificates awarded in America. They are very good indeed. Shall probably have 4 more candidates for same exam next week. Gave Miss Hewitt her third lesson 5.15-6.15. Began a nasty headache in the afternoon doubtless from the heat, so did not go to the C[ountry] D[ance] ball at the Chapel.

Maud not very well but is able to take her classes as usual. A few new students come in and about the same number leave — amongst the latter Miss Bolles whom we are all sorry to lose. Lecture on Chanties in the Chapel in the afternoon, Rabold illustrating. Dine with Professor Herd where I spend most pleasant evening meeting Prof. & Mrs Newlin and Prof. and Mrs Estey. A Thunderstorm bursts upon us when at dinner in the verandah but did not interrupt us. The more I see of Herd & his wife the more I like them.

Very asthmatic & hay-fevery in the night — 4 a.m. At 9 I give Miss Hewitt her 5th lesson. Then have short confab with Peabody. Afterwards look through proofs till lunch. Catch 3.30 Trolley for Northampton where Miss Hewitt meets me and Taxi’s me to Mr Cable’s where we have tea in the garden. He is an interesting man and sings some Creole folk songs collected in Louisiana. Trolley home again rather late for dinner — write letters & go to bed.

Weather very dull & showery. Classes as usual though unhappily we have lost 2 of our men Gowing and Wheeler. This reduces us to 3 which means I have to dance a good deal. The staff entertain Miss Skovill & Rabold to dinner — later Mrs Storrow just arrived from Boston, joins us. We have an English dinner, roast fowl, bread sauce etc! Lily made up a folk dance menu rather cleverly in which the fowl appeared as "Roast Black Nag". All very good fooling. Nice to have Mrs Storrow back again. Mrs Peabody has joined her daughters. I lecture on Modes etc in the late afternoon.

Weather brighter & hotter. I give Miss Hewitt her last lesson this evening. She is really very nice but horribly nervous and fearful of a mild person like myself! School quite up to previous weeks in numbers and in general interest. I lecture to day on Ballads, Maud and I singing a couple — The 2 sisters and Edward.

Weather cloudy & muggy. Everything as usual. Make great preparations for Demonstration tomorrow. Wheeler, our fourth man went away on Monday but is coming back tomorrow with the Kilborns. We practise, Lull me, Step Stately & Greenwood, especially, in all of which I have to bear a hand. I have danced more in this school than I have ever done before and feel fully capable of doing it.

Demonstration a great success. A very crowded hall and great enthusiasm although we did no sword dance. Rabold sang Spanish Ladies, Miss Kilborn Crystal Spring and W[illiam] Taylor, Wheeler, Jenny of the Moor & Sally my dear. We dine with Miss Freer at Davenports and then go on to C[ountry] Dance Ball where I dance every dance which — after my efforts at the demonstration is really rather an achievement. Very exhausted however when I get to bed.

A very pleasant morning. We sang all our favourite songs; then I gave a little talk, summing up Summer School and called upon them to teach accurately and uphold the accurate dissemination of the dances which is after all the main purpose of the E.F.D.S. Then we did a good many dances in the way we knew best and afterwards for the fun of the thing Fifine [Peabody] & Mrs Gibbs did I’ll go & enlist, and Maud & Lily Bonnets [so Blue] — all to rapturous applause & laughter. Mrs Storrow & Lily departed for Plattesburgh in the afternoon after the exams at which we passed 4 advanced (Rabold Vichman, Louise Chapin & Fifine) 4 Elementary & 4 C[ountry] D[ance]. Rabold & Peggy Scovill dined with me — Maud going to the Herds. Finished packing & then to bed.

A very hot day, unfortunately. Finished up everything and then motored to Northampton where we caught the 11.4 train and arrived at N[ew] York at 4 p.m., very glad to be back again. Got fairly nice rooms. Had several letters to attend to and then went out to dinner. After dinner, our boxes having arrived, we unpacked before going to bed. Miss Hinman & party called when we were out at dinner, & left a message asking us to sup tomorrow. I looked through proofs before going to bed. Weather almost stifling with heat & humidity. Cannot stay here longer than necessary, not later than Wednesday I hope.

Terribly hot. Breakfast at 8 wrote letters etc in the morning, rested after lunch when a terrific thunderstorm burst over N[ew] York, one of the fiercest I have ever seen, with hail & tropical downpour. After tea we went to supper with Miss Hinman near Columbia University where I had a bad attack of asthma and only got home with difficulty — probably because of the very humid & heavy air after the rain. I could hardly breathe for some hours till I got back and burnt some of my [....?] powder. Miss Foss & Miss Rout at supper. Quite a nice little party though very little to eat! Went to bed early.

Early breakfast & then to Putnam’s about proofs etc. Called at Gray’s. Gray in N[ew] York but not at office. Then down town to Ames & Rollinson about certificates, to Waterman’s for a fountain pen for Maud & to Chambers’s for note books, paper, ink etc for mountains. Then had my hair cut. Miss Young came to lunch and had a nice talk with me afterwards in our rooms. Began sorting things for mountains after tea and then went round to Miss Gilman’s to dinner meeting Rabold & Dr Wilson. We danced several 4-C[ountry] dances & Rabold did some jigs. The weather is unbearably hot and we go about more or less head-achy all day long. No prospect of any change.

After breakfast write letters and then at 11 to Arnold Shaw about lectures in November. At present he has very little for me, only one lecture for certain at Maddison N[ew] J[ersey] Nov[ember] 20th at 10.30 a.m. 50 dollars. The Brooklyn people want me for 2 lectures at same price. Call on Gray after; not a very pleasant interview. Lunch with Glenn at Century Club and have a most interesting talk with him. Home to rest & then tea. Go out to shop, taking trousers (white) to be cleaned, shirt to have cuffed & 2 evening shirts to be put right at Rasllers[?]. Bought new pair of walking shoes for mountains. Home to continue packing. Rabold was to have come to dinner but Emanuelson who is going to England calls on him & he has to put us off.

Dr Schleiter of Pittsburgh came to breakfast with us. Afterwards, hearing that the Alta Pass Hotel was closed, we decided to change our plans and go direct to Asheville, cabling Campbell accordingly. Went to Putnam’s to give directions about the sending of proofs etc & received a large batch from them. Rabold came round about 11.30 and accompanied us to the station and saw us off by the 1.10. I looked through the proofs and got them posted at Washington — a great weight off my mind. Weather very hot & sultry and carriages hot & dusty.

Wake up feeling pretty cheap as usual after a night in the train. We arrive at Asheville at 10.55, Campbell meeting us and make our way to the Langren where we take rooms. After a wash, shave, bath etc we have lunch here Campbell joining us. At 3 we motor to the Campbells, at West Asheville, have tea there and take down a song from an old man Connor. Leave after 7, have late dinner and to bed, very tired indeed. Hotel fairly comfortable but very noisy at night. It was a long time before I go to sleep on account of the noise within & without the hotel — I don’t know which was worst.

Called at 4.15, get to the station at 5.30 breakfast there & board the 6.10 train for Hot Springs, which however didn’t move out of the station till 7.10 — in true Southern fashion! On arrival call on Mrs Gentry & get 3 or 4 songs from her. Then on to Mrs House & Mrs Ellie Johnson who however were taken so unawares they could remember nothing! Made friends with Mrs Julie Williams, now living in Mrs House’s old Cabin, and got 2 good songs from her. Returned by 12.40 train (an hour late of course!) lunching in the train. After tea wrote up my books, and some letters. After dinner went to Movie show which was amusing.

Get up pretty early in extremely hot weather. Pack, get tickets for Balsam, call on Dr. Sinclair (abortively) do some shopping and have a long talk with Campbell at his office concerning projected trip & other matters. He lunches with us and then we go to the station & catch the 3.20 train arriving at Balsam at 5.45, a very terrible journey, stuffy & hot, carriages overcrowded, while Engines poured coal dust & cinders by the bucket into the carriages. I never saw such a horrid mess nor got myself, hair, etc, dirtier. The curious thing was to notice the quiet unconcerned way in which the passengers accepted the situation — evidently inured to the devious ways of the Southern Railway! Got very decent rooms at Balsam Hotel, 5500 feet up, wonderful view. Few guests & those nice ones. Whiteside the manager quite a nice man.

Began prospecting directly after breakfast. First of all discovered that Mark Connor, brother in law of Zack Connor died last spring — just my luck! Why do old singers invariably disappear just before I hit upon them? Walked down Addy road. Call on Rufus Jones, nice people but no songs, and Mrs Addy Crawford, a dear old lady who sang me one tune & no more. In the late afternoon we prospect further and call on another Mrs Crawford and a Mrs Dills but it becomes increasingly clear that we have struck a very sophisticated place. They all say young people haven’t sung love songs for 25 years, or more. The whole neighbourhood has been dominated by religious & secular teachers & missionaries since the line was builded — probably[?] — i.e. 30 years since. Make plans to move on but decide to give up one day more to prospecting.

Weather warmer than ever. We hear N[ew] York is making heat-records day by day! Tramp off in another direction, nice fine views — as magnificent mountain scenery as I have ever seen — but no singers. Call on John Jones brother of Rufus, and Mrs Miles and Mrs Crawford the latter singing me one or two goodish songs. Her two nephews play banjo & fiddle ([….?]) rather characteristically. In the evening we call on Mr & Mrs Medford down the line. He has been a good singer but not much use now. He confirms what we had already divined that love songs are on the decline in these parts. Mrs M said she had not taught them to her children because no one else did! Medford sang me 2 or 3 nice songs including version of Edward. In the evening after dinner Maud & I sing some of our ballads. Decide to move on to Sylva tomorrow.

Leave for Sylva in the morning arriving at 12. Had lunch and a rest and then called on Mrs McKee[?] who asked us to call in the evening when her husband would be home. She told us of Watson’s cove about 3 miles off whither accordingly we tramped — a very hard & warm walk, mainly up hill. When we reached the cove we found it peopled entirely by niggers!! All our trouble & spent energy for naught. In the evening a long talk with Mc Kee. He said Bushville & Fontana[?] no good and seemed to think that this line altogether too sophisticated an opinion which I was already arriving at. Suggested a few days at Almond where Mrs Carley[?] keeps a nice boarding house. We decide to go thither tomorrow.

Take the precaution of telephoning to Mrs Carley[?]. Lucky we did as she is full up and will be for several weeks. Proprietor of Commercial Hotel, our hostelry at Sylva, advises us to try the Mac’s Settlement, all MacMahan’s. We go there, a terrible walk about 5 miles, through Dillsboro. Heat almost intolerable and to make matters worse we found the Mac’s quite useless for our purpose. It now seems clear that this piece of country as "advanced" too far on the down grade towards sophistication and that we are wasting our time & money in staying here. On reaching Middlesboro we have drinks (lemon’s) at a drugstore, Maud has 3 I have 2! Then we get a motor back to Sylva, pack up our suit cases and return to Balsam — tails between legs!!

Decide to give the thing one more chance and go to Clyde to look up Medford’s relatives. Take train at 10.36, lunch at Inn and then walk off to Mrs Meg Shook, Medford’s sister. She takes us on to Mrs Haynes where they both sing to us the while a tremendous thunderstorm rages without. Get very little of any value, and their attitude to the songs etc confirms us as regards the futility of going any further in this part of the country. Coming out of Mrs Haynes cottage we find the creek a raging torrent leaping over the foot log we had passed in peace a few hours earlier. Had to take a circuitous route to station where as usual the train was 1_ hours late! Glad to get back to Balsam Hotel where I was so tired I went to bed at 9 p.m. Weather after storm much cooler.

Decide to return to Asheville & make for Barbourville. Maud ill, worse than usual. But we manage to get to Asheville somehow or other — a very hot and uncomfortable journey. Maud goes straight to bed and stays there all day. Heat worse than ever. People dying in N[ew] York & Boston by the score every day. Worst heat wave for 50 years. I go to Campbell’s office and do my proofs and dictate long letter to Putnam’s, about lettering on cover etc. Dine by myself at 7.45 and then get into my pyjamas and eventually get to sleep. We shall have to be very careful with this intense heat. I have never felt it so much since my last trip through the Red Sea!

Up betimes. See Porter about train. Find that by leaving 2.55 tomorrow for Knoxville & staying night we can get to Barbourville by 2.30 on Monday. Maud and I go shopping, she for a trunk[?] I for a white umbrella — both of us in vain. At 12.30 see Dr. Sinclair about my teeth. He adjusts lower plate and says my gums have not yet contracted enough for a new upper plate. Advises me to come back to him in 6 or 8 weeks time. Maud and I go to tea at Campbells and have a nice time there. On our return we dine at hotel & go to Movies — a very good show indeed. Neither of us is feeling particularly well — suffering from the heat of the last few days, I suppose.

Wake up very early, 5 a.m. with a sneezing fit — either hay fever or a cold, or a combination of both. After breakfast pack and send our trunks off to the station. Write several letters and after lunch catch the 2.55 for Knoxville. A terrible experience waiting for the train, herded about 150 of us like pigs in a stye, not even with the information that we were in the right stye! After nearly half an hour of this purgatory the train drew up and we were let out one by one through a narrow opening. The windows so dirty in the train that we could not see the mountain scenery. Heat almost unbelievable — no air. There we remained till 9 p.m. (8 central time) when we reached Knoxville and decamped to Hotel Atkin. How we lived through that night I shall never know. I am feeling very seedy, headache, asthma, & general lassitude.

Breakfast soon after 6. Weather just a little cooler for the moment. Then take train, 7.15, for Middlesboro arriving 10.15. By that hour sun was blazing again and having to wait at this new garish town till 12.40, we took refuge in a Drug Store, bought some provisions which we afterwards eat in the train. The final stage of our journey to Barbourville which we reached at 1.55 was as hot as hell! Got rather indifferent rooms — but the best available. With the aid of an electric fan rested awhile in my room, feeling very seedy. To add to my troubles my side is playing up again and I may be in for lumbago once more. After tea walk round to the Sloanes, only to find Mr Sudie Sloan had blown himself up with gunpowder and the family too upset to sing. Our luck has departed for the moment!

The sight of Sloan lying on a bed covered with burns and black with flies was not refreshing! Maud went to see them after breakfast and gave them (between us) 5 dollars. Called on Mrs Broughton who promised to come and sing to us tomorrow at 1 p.m. In the afternoon we called on Mrs Knuckles — senior & junior — but got nothing whatsoever out of either of them, nor out of Ben Henson whose "holy" brother was there and forbade singing! Last evening we called on Mrs Franklin — husband away — and found the doctors after her again. She having been relieved by them of her appendix, adenoids and tonsils was now suffering from Tb which they had only discovered by X-raying her at Cincinnati. When will the world rise up against this medical enslavement?

Having practically finished off our work here discuss next move. Maud advises Pineville for a week or more with a piano to harmonize songs for next week, where we can recuperate during the heat. I am still very slack and generally seedy with much asthma & lumbago. But Pineville can’t take us in, we learn by telephone! So we decide to risk Manchester, but alas Mrs Potter has no room for us! Our luck has not turned yet! Mrs Broughton & Mrs Poff turn up at 12.30 and I get some songs but nothing very exciting. The gatherings so far have been dismally disappointing and I am all for a dash on Manchester whatever the risk! Maud gradually comes round to this view more especially after her evening out with the Hotel Proprietor Beale, who escorts her to the Movies and then whispers sweet nothings at the Drug Store till a late hour.

Directly after breakfast — weather hotter than ever — we decide to go to Manchester by 2 p.m. train. Find we can get rooms — probably pretty bad ones — at Webb’s Hotel. Pack directly after breakfast and finish up generally, wiring to Campbell and getting directions at P[ost] O[ffice]. Just catch train by the skin of our teeth and then for 2_ hours sway from side to side, the timbers of the carriage creaking like a ship’s in a storm, and eventually lurch into Manchester in the middle of a terrific storm of thunder & drenching rain. Wait at station till over, and then walk to Webb’s hotel, get rooms of sorts, settle in and then sally forth to present letter of introduction to Walker the banker. He out, but his wife does the honours, a nice buxom woman with many children. Supper & to bed. Fare just eatable, fairly clean.

Didn’t sleep well as night very chilly with a dank, clammy mist which swept through the windows and wire door of my little out-house. No blankets, only counterpane sheet and cotton quilt. Dress with cold water and not too much of it, at 6 and breakfast at 6.45. Call on Mrs Broughton’s sister — a nice woman but no singer. Make 2 or 3 blank calls and then on return make friends with Walker, Judge Lyttell and his father, Dr Manning etc and get hold of a singer, Ben Finlay who gives me a new Child Lizzie Wan, much to my delight. Unhappily he is leaving his home tomorrow for a few days. Am very asthmatic sneezy etc. Weather damp and hot in the day but very cold in the evening.

Wake at 6 after a very bad night. Cold mist etc much worse than previous night. I wake at 3 sneezing and wheezing. Burn powder but cannot get properly to sleep again. Am cold even under my three layers of bedding. After breakfast we sally forth to go up Little Goose Creek after Finlay but start wrongly directed and are wrongly directed all day and though we call at several places get no songs, nor singers and never get nearer than a mile and a half to Finlay’s house. Weather very hot, roads very rough, and I sneeze and run at the nose and wheeze with asthma every yard of the 7 or 8 miles we cover! Return at 3, get some milk and then sleep. After tea to druggist to get remedies. Square in front of Hotel crowded with lorries, men on horse & mule back and women & children from surrounding creeks. Am feeling very seedy and a little feverish. Evident the cold nights here don’t agree with me.

A very restless night but get up on the whole a little better. Cold left my nose & head and settled in my throat — hoarse as a crow. Pretty bad asthma, but night less cold & damp. Caught up arrears of correspondence in the morning, posting some 16 or 17 letters between us. In the afternoon at Manning’s invitation go to Walkers, where a large company of Mannings, Walkers & Lyttell’s meet us, gaze at us, and take stock of us generally! Maud sings, I croak a bit and play on out-of-tune piano to the interest if not exactly the admiration of the company! Go to bed early very tired & knocked up.

After breakfast, weather being very hot decide not to go out and stay at home and write letters to Grove, Tet etc. Maud goes prospecting up Beach Creek but returns at 12.30 empty handed with poor report as to the people. They are evidently sophisticated here and are rapidly giving up the singing of folk songs although the country is extremely primitive. I am afraid we shan’t get much here. After tea we go along goose creek, call on Mrs Samples again and make friends with her mother Mrs Ellen Jones. These are real nice people but being "holiness" converts refuse to sing love songs. Tell us however of Mrs Polly Patrick a widow said to sing, and Mrs Cis Jones, Mrs Ellen’s mother. Decide to follow them up tomorrow.

Maud not very well. This place is horribly insanitary and I am nervous about her. We go however to Goose Creek again, try Mrs Cis Jones with some result and then tramp 2 or 3 miles further on after the widow Mrs Polly Patrick. She sings some fairly good ones but owns she has not sung love songs for 25 years — "just like others about here" she adds ominously. Call on the Samples on our way back and at their suggestion on Mrs Cis Jones who they tell me used to sing Lamkin. She promises to study it and try to remember it for us. A very nice woman although an adherent of the Holiness sect. I am better — nights have been warmer, if days also — but I have a nasty hacking cough, throat rather than chest.

Got hold of Campbell the jeweller to look at the hinge of my trunk which is broken. He tells me he can do nothing without a casting which I can only get from the manufacturers. I accordingly write to Hartmann’s for one. Spend the day making preparations for our journey to Onieda tomorrow. Maud is far from well and the heat and my cough does not make me feel very fit. Write a great many letters and pack my suit case with care as I may have to live on it for some time. Make friends with a Mr Glenn, a geologist, who knows the mountains very well and learn from him something about the more secluded and unsophisticated spots. He collects old weaving patterns. Shall be glad to leave Webb’s hotel for a while as the poor food, dirt and beastly manners of the travelling men who frequent the hostelry, especially in the matter of eating, rather get on one’s nerves after a while.

Make a start in our jolt-wagon under the guidance of one William Sawyer at 8.15. The roads are just awful and the jolting indescribable! We first make a stop at Mrs Cis Jones who sings us a splendid version of Lamkin and several other fine songs assisted by Mrs Patrick and Mrs Nanny Smith who look in. Then we go on to Mrs Samples to say good bye. About half way a heavy rain comes on and Maud and I pay a call on Mr Jim Samples who sings us one or two nice songs and gives us dinner. Eventually after much jogging we arrive jolted, stiff & weary at Oneida. Miss Aldrich shows me my room, a very nice one and we settle in and make friends with the people here; Mr & Mrs Adams, the acting President, Mr & Mrs Walker, the business head are the chief ones.1 Food very spare & very indifferent. We shall find it hard to make a living if we stay long, but are lucky in having a friend in Miss Aldrich.

Breakfast at 5.30! and then start off, cross Goose Creek in a boat about 2 miles down the river and call on a Mr Geo Brewer, a garrulous old man of 70 who regales us with War Songs made by his father, but who knows nothing folk. Find people about here giving up folk-singing very much like the people about Manchester. Call on Mrs and her daughter Mrs Dora Robertson, nice people who give us dinner but utterly outside the folk- cult. Then to Mrs Sophie Annie Hensley and her daughter from whom we get good things including Johnnie Scot. On our return have to wait an hour or more to get ferried across Goose Creek! In the evening I address the students on the Campus and sing them many songs which seems to please everyone very much. Some of the students must surely know a good many songs.

After breakfast, singers begin to flock in as a result of last evening’s talk. First a Mr Nolan worker at the School who sings some and probably knows a good deal. Then 4 or 5 girls from whom I get something but not very much. This till lunch. Afterwards rest awhile as much as my cough will allow and then Miss Aldrich joins us at tea. We eat crackers from the Store here and marmalade a pot of which Miss A[ldrich] has given us. Maud & I then go out prospecting but get nothing — too weary to try very hard. Weather warm in day time but not unpleasantly so, and very cold at night. I use a double blanket and quilt which are none too much for warmth. Have a hot bath before going to bed. Find the scarce food rather trying. My cough is still troublesome and I have plenty of asthma.

Started off after Mrs Dan Bishop up Teges Creek directly after breakfast. Found her away on a visit and that we had had our trouble for nought! We called on Mrs Wilson hard by & found her nice though songless. Then we trudged up Crane Creek calling on innumerable Allen’s but getting nothing, not finding even a trace of what we were looking for. Everyone said that no one had been practising these songs for years. Then up Doyle Creek to find Lloyd Doyle who again was away from home. We trudged home about 4.30 very weary & hot and more or less famished with our pencils & books unused! Maud made me some tea and I drank 4 cups. In the evening after dinner we sang a lot of songs to the students on the campus.

Started at 6.15 for the Hensleys only to find Mrs Hensley in bed — too ill to sing, alas! Our bad luck follows us! Her daughter Sophie Annie gave us what she could but it was nothing of any great value. We watched her sister do her Toilet & her hair, carefully adding a long spray of artificial stuff to the bun at the back. This cannot be said to be a primitive country! Miss Aldrich had tea with us. Did very little in the afternoon but took down a few songs from the students in the evening. This one of the hottest days we have had for some time and I have a very bad attack of asthma after dinner. Certainly not from indigestion as I only had a few crumbs of corn bread and a baked apple & water. We are being starved here. Miss Aldrich asked us to supper at 8 and we were glad of something to eat to enable us to sleep.

Directly after breakfast — at 6 a.m. — tramped off 5 miles to Teges Creek to make another shot at Mrs Bishop. This time found her at home. Got there at 8, stayed 2 hours and returned by 11.30 in time for dinner — good walking considering state of roads and great heat. Rested after dinner, wrote up books, entertained Mrs Adams at tea, then wrote up books again till supper. After supper George Gibson, stone-mason, came in and sang me two good songs. Then set to work to pack ready for early start tomorrow for Manchester. Have decided there is no useful purpose to stay at Oneida any longer.

Started off walking to Manchester 14 miles at 7 a.m. after saying good bye to the staff and depositing our suit cases on the Mail-Hack. Weather sultry but no sun, one or two showers on the way. We called on Jim Samples but he was out. Some school children, as we left the Samples, called out "we can sing", so I took down a couple from them and would have got more but the school bell rang and they scampered off. We then called at the School, sang them a couple of songs & made a little speech. Called on Polly Patrick and had a pipe with her and a vivacious talk — no songs but arranged to meet her and Mrs Nanny Smith on Friday. Called on Mrs Cis Jones who promised to sing us some more on Friday. Got back to Manchester at 3.30 pretty hot & tired. Directly after our arrival a very heavy shower with thunder — we were just in time to miss it. The smells and greasy food seem worse than ever!

Had a very bad night with much asthma — burnt my powder 3 times. Three separate thunder storms in the night, with deluging rain, a good deal of which poured into my room but happily missed my bed! The air so steamy & thick there seemed nothing to breathe! After breakfast we slopped through the mud & mire to Harker’s[?] creek after Ben Finlay who sang us very little alas. Got back to dinner and didn’t go out again but wrote up our books etc. Met rather an interesting man, Campbell, at the hotel who strongly advised Leslie County and agreed that Clay Co[unty] is anything but primitive. He is a deputy collector and has toured this part of the mountains for 30 years or more.

Another very bad night, similar to the previous one, and for the same reason viz thunderstorms! Felt just awful when I rose but improved as the day went on. Campbell the jeweller came to do my trunk which I had to empty at 8 a.m. The new part arrived from the Hartmann people last night. We got away soon after 9. Mrs Cis Jones sang us Musgrove and Lover’s tasks — the latter a new "child". Then on to Mrs Polly Patrick who with Mrs Nanny Jones sang us several. Had dinner with them at 2, and got back to Drug Store at 4.30 where we regaled ourselves on grapejuice — Maud is fast becoming a toper. In the evening sang some songs to the Webbs, Patterson and Ralston etc. A really lovely day with fresh air, fleecy clouds, just like an English summer’s day with S.W. wind. Quite cold in the evening.

Slept much better — night quite cold, no rain and fairly clear. Finished packing and then caught the crazy train at 9 for Barbourville where we arrived at 11.30. Lunched at Hotel then to Mrs Broghton who sang us several songs. Saw Mrs Poff and Mrs Sudie whose husband has more or less recovered and was away at his mother’s. Caught the 4.10 train for Pineville and reached Continental Hotel at 5.30. Did some shopping, unpacked, had dinner, sat outside on the verandah, then walked out to see the shops! Nice to find ourselves in civilization again and to have warm baths before going to bed. Not very good rooms as they are hot getting the afternoon sun, which, though the nights and mornings are cool, is still very powerful.

Had a fair night, warmish, and only burnt my powder twice. A nice breakfast mainly on honeycomb which we bought here last night. Wrote a pile of letters in the morning to Mrs Storrow, Maurice Brown, Shaw, Fuller girls, Ronald, Raine, Alphonso Smith, and Miss Pettit. In the afternoon called on Mrs Wilson & Mrs Townsley and Judge & Mrs Ingrams. Maud still very seedy with dysentery which came on pretty badly last night. Make friends with a Mr & Mrs Day at the hotel. Spend a quiet evening & go to bed pretty early.

Maud no better. We make a vain attempt to see a Doctor but couldn’t wait long enough. So I persuaded her to go to the drug store and have a dose of castor oil. Later in the day she shows so much improvement that we decide to make our start for Pine Mountain on the morrow as arranged. I call on Mrs Wilson etc in the morning and get several songs, though nothing of any great moment. Later in the day go out shopping with Maud and lay in stores of biscuits, cheese, etc, stamps and after dinner begin the wearisome packing again, taking our suit cases & leaving our trunks at the hotel.

Breakfast at 6.30 (Maud is certainly better) and catch train 7.35 for Dillon where we arrive very travel worn & dirty at 11.45. Here we are met by Mr John Lewis and a pack horse. We load the latter with our suit cases type writer, dispatch case and mackintoshes and begin our long trek up the mountain side. I only just manage the first half of the journey i.e. up, because of my asthma which is pretty bad. Going down on the other side an easier matter, but the journey takes a full 3 hours though only 6 miles. On arrival am given room at Mr Zandae’s the Farm Superintendent and Maud one in a tent to be exchanged eventually for a room in Miss Pettit’s house.1 Meet everybody, Miss Wells, Pettit, De Long etc at tea under apple tree. Sing to children after supper at 6.

Breakfast at 6. Shortly after Maud and I tramp up Greasy Creek after songs and get a goodish lot from Mrs Mary Ann Short and her mother Mrs Berry Creech. Return home rather late for mid-day meal at 12 in the large dining hall. The latter is a magnificent room in which 70 or 80 people dining at round tables take up only part of the accommodation. The feeding of the children is excellent and a great contrast from Oneida. The general atmosphere is very good. The children most of whom are kiddies are just delightful, clean, bright & intelligent and are indistinguishable from the children of gentle-folk. I rest in the afternoon have tea at the office with Miss Wells, Dr Little etc and again after supper sing songs which are greatly appreciated by children & elders. Have a long talk with Miss Pettit in the evening.

Maud is not at all well — nor indeed am I as I have been struggling against an attack of dysentery. Night very stormy & wet but cleared up in time for breakfast. Left Maud in bed (she got up for lunch) and sallied forth to the William Creech’s but Aunt Sally with whom I smoked a pipe, refused to sing. A Miss May Ritchie sang me a few songs in the morning and picked up a few in the evening. It is clear to me that there are many to be got here and we are thinking of returning here later on. Have tea again at the office. After lunch & again after supper we teach the staff Gathering Peascods & Rufty Tufty, having last night taught the children Roman Soldiers. In the evening sit till late on Miss Pettit’s verandah listening to men singing — nothing of great moment. Had many talks with Miss De Long.

After breakfast Miss de Long and I have a long talk. I should dearly like to help them here with folk songs & dances as I am greatly enamoured with the way in which things are conducted here. I expected to find Miss de Long a very precious, Arty & Crafty sort of person but she really isn’t, while Miss Pettit is a really capable, energetic person of wide vision — just the sort of person for this job. They pay considerable attention to the aesthetic side of things. The houses are well & picturesquely planned, flowers are everywhere and the children dressed very simply but quite nicely & prettily. It is a lovely spot, this valley and there is no doubt but that a great work is being done here, well & nicely too. In the evening we go to Miss de Longs and see a Running Set. This must be carefully noted some day. It is a fine dance and may serve to throw light on some of the older 17th and 18th cent[ury] dances.

After breakfast we pay our farewells and then walk down the mountain again escorted by Mr Damon Lewis, a mule with our suit cases. We start at 9, get to Dillon Station soon after 11 — rather good time — have some lunch there and catch 12.40 for Harlan. Wait there an hour and get some cold drinks — the weather is intensely hot — and then continue journey to Pineville, where we arrive at 5 p.m. Rooms on east side but everything, our rooms included very hot. After dinner we unpack a bit, write a few letters and then to bed pretty early, after indulging in delicious baths!

Had a bad night again with dysentery, this time with some pain. Maud also continuing bad so we send for a doctor. He says it is a bacillus form of dysentery and that we have probably picked it up in bad water. No danger so long as we avoid complications. It will take about 2 weeks to go through — must be careful about diet. In the morning I write up my tunes — about 20 of them — then letters to Glenn, Campbell etc. After tea in the evening have a long argument with a Mr Duffy about the mountain people, their culture etc. He sneers at them, their songs & everything. We offer to sing some of the songs which we do after dinner. No one of course appreciates them but for the moment it silences opposition. The medicine the doctor gave us does not seem to have much effect so far, but we hope for an improvement tomorrow.

We pack & settle up affairs in the morning and then take the 1.14 for Lexington, a very weary & hot journey with two changes and a long wait at Corbin — a very detestable place! It is Labor Day. I went to the P[ost[ O[ffice] to find it closed and a notice posted up to the effect that it was Labor Day Sept[ember] 4th etc. The inaccuracy one meets with in this country is just marvellous. It is no wonder that the postmaster made such a muddle over my letters! We stay the night at the Phoenix Hotel quite a good one, like the Gibson at Cincinnati — the best one we have struck in the South except Grove Park. Have a decent dinner, nicely cooked & served. Then proceed to hunt up Luther Shadoin. After a long hunt I run him to earth and persuade him to come to my room where he gave me excellent songs Golden Vanity & Edwin of the Lowlands Low — both of which he had learned from his mother.

After some shopping we catch 11.30 train and after the usual dirt & discomfort of a Day Coach we arrive at Beattyville at 3.10 and take very indifferent rooms at Hotel Roberts. The people who run the hotel, by name Jones, are highly respectable! They do nothing but sit & be waited on by negroes. Everything is slip shod, & slatternly and it is difficult to get water or towels or indeed anything done at all. Find Capt[ain] Beatty died some months ago. Met a Miss Kate Reid who interests herself in our mission so far as she — a missionary — is able to do so! Tells us of a Mrs Margaret Couch of St Helens (about 4 miles off) whom she says can sing. Decide to walk over there tomorrow. Weather still keeps uncomfortably hot but the nights are cool and that makes life possible.

Breakfast at 6.30 then start off for St Helens which is the next station on the line. A nice shady walk by the river (Kentucky river) for the first two thirds of the way. Get a couple of songs from a Mrs Bagley, a young woman just married, who tells us to go & see Mrs Carter, her aunt, and Mrs Couch her mother. Arrive at St Helens and after many enquiries find that N. Couch living a good 2 miles away. Get a boy, Mr Kincaid, to pilot us thither through the woods — a complex trail — and then we find our victim in bed — happily with a bad leg only, so able to sing. She has lately married a 2nd time to a Mr Dunagan, a very nice man. She turns out to be one excellent singer and I take down 6 rattling good songs including a really fine & full version of The 2 Brothers. We stay 2 hours or more, promise to return on the morrow & walk home again, reaching the hotel at 5 p.m. thoroughly done up — a good 12 miles walk in great heat.

We hear there is a gasoline paddle boat which goes down the river to Malowby[?] — 3 miles on our way. So we take this at 8 a.m. & then walk on to the Dunagans buying a parcel of coffee & other dainties to take to the old lady. We get several more songs from her and a neighbour Mrs Thomas who looked in sang us a good version of Queen Jane — my 42nd Child! We like these people very much and sing many songs to them as well as they to us. No boat to help us on our way back so have to tramp it home arriving at 4 p.m. Our dysentery is rather better though Maud has still a good deal of pain. I fancy it is going slowly and that in a day or so we shall be all right. But we are both pretty weakened by it, though our weakness may be partly due to the lack of food. Feeding and accommodation here very indifferent. Can’t get anything done for us.

Go off soon after breakfast to Proctor across the river. This is a place of bridges, there are three at the back of our house; they cross Silver Creek Kentucky river & South Fork. To get to Proctor you cross three of these. We called on a Mrs Carter in the morning, she was out but we found her in in the afternoon. Her husband sat cobbling in the corner while we sang and she sang. She is a first rate singer nearly as good as Aunt Mar Dunagan — a rare piece of fortune to find two such singers in a week. We get no new Child from her, but a magnificent & fresh version of Young Hunting. We are very uncomfortable at Roberts Hotel, the Mrs Jones & daughters who run it being as disobliging as they can be. We can get no washing done, nor anything to eat and things are dirty and poverty stricken while Mrs J & her children, dress, make dresses & gossip all day, leaving 2 negroes to do the work as well as they can unsupervised. My bedroom contains a small broken table, a chair and a bed!

Go off to Proctor again in the morning and pay Mrs Carter another visit to very good purpose. She sings me seven or eight more, all well worth taking down. This has been one of the richest weeks we have had, though a short one because of travelling 2 days. We draw other houses but get nothing else of value. As we intend to leave for Jackson tomorrow we begin packing in the afternoon, arranging about our transport & making other preparations in which we get no help, merely supercilious interest from the egregious Mrs Jones & Co. Make friends with Rev Alex Patterson the Episcopal minister who takes great interest in what I am doing. Everyone here very nice & friendly barring the hotel people. We are both nearly starved. I am eating nothing and Maud very little, partly because of the heat which is stifling but mainly because of the indifferent food.

Rise early as we intend to take boat to Malowby[?] walk to St Helens, interview Aunt Mar [Dunagan], and then catch afternoon train from St Helens on to Jackson. They charge us 2.25 [dollars] per day for our rooms & keep — each of us — 22.50 in all. I pay by cheque which is promptly refused. Unhappily I have only just enough cash to pay so have to get Revd Patterson to endorse my cheque, which he kindly did without murmur! Then to station with luggage to get tickets & cheques and afterwards just catch boat by the skin of our teeth. Aunt Mar surpasses herself and sings me a dozen more fine songs. We get to Jackson and a very comfortable hotel — as things go in these parts, called the Jefferson — at 5.30. Have a nice room in which after a good dinner & bath I write up my tunes and seven or eight letters. Weather very hot, but it is nice to be cleansed again!

The weather suddenly changed and it is cool, almost cold to-day. We breakfast at 6.30, write up our books till 9, then go out. I arrange at Bank to get money and then we walk along the river towards Quicksands, but find nobody to sing. Everyone is friendly but in the town not the country manner. Probably we shall have to set out into the hills to get anything here and perhaps even then we shan’t get much. Anyway we do not intend to stay here more than 2 or 3 days as Hazard offers us many more opportunities. We sally forth again in the afternoon but with no better luck so to-day we drew a blank! Yesterday at Aunt Mar’s I took down by 4000th tune, and my 200th for this trip — quite a double event. I want about 150 more here to complete my 1000 tunes in the mountains.

Determining to test this place we went a long 10 mile walk to Cave Creek, striking back straight into the country. We drew 7 or 8 cabins but got very little and that of small value. Some of the people were the sternest, dourest, people I have ever met, living in great squalor and very difficult to handle. Four of them gave tongue and not altogether unwillingly but I am satisfied that they knew but little. They are the most primitive people I have yet struck, the survivals of a past day. Rested and had tea on our return. Then wrote letters before and after dinner. Wrote a long one to Mrs Storrow about a possible Boston engagement. I offer her first week in Dec[ember], last week in Nov[ember], or last week in Oct[ober], in order of preference. Sang a few songs (solus) to Mrs Little, her daughter & husband round the fire in the evening. Nights very cold indeed but warmish in the middle of the day.

Took the 10 train to St Helens and then walked through the woods to Mrs Dunagan, calling upon Mrs Thomas on the way and bringing her along with us. Both sang us a good many songs, but nothing very exciting except a nice version of Cherry Tree [Carol] and another of Soldier wont you marry me? (modal). Came back by the 3.16 — late as usual — had tea, then went & got my hair cut at a very indifferent barber’s. After dinner, wrote up my books and began packing again. This cold weather has affected my liver and I am feeling dull, sleepy & stupid. The change is too violent for my delicate constitution!

Finished our packing, paid my bill, and caught 10 train for Hazard where we arrived an hour late at 1.30. Hazard a beastly place, mining operations everywhere, the greater part of the town new and all of it filthy. Full of raw crude people tumbling over each other dollar-hunting — the one and all engrossing occupation. Hotel quite nice but rooms hot although in other respect large and airy. Water from the river dirty & I imagine foetid, as at Jackson. Drinking water from well. In the afternoon look around and are properly disgusted with all we see. It is a literal Hell on Earth. Call on Miss Bertha Little who is kind & nice but not over intelligent — her grandfather founded this place and she is unaccountably proud of the fact. I should keep it mum if I were her and spare her grand-dad’s reputation!

We sally forth on a very hot day — all the cold spell has departed, alas! — to Lot’s creek. Get hold of a singer, Mrs Mennes[?], on the way and hoped to get more from her on our return but meanwhile she had been poisoned against us and fled at sight of us — or one of us, I know not which. Tramped 14 miles to no purpose. The first 4 or 5 miles mainly mining & other manufacturing operations. Everything filthily dirty, and what with the heat and the dust and our empty note-books we were glad to get back again about 4 p.m. Decide to take train to Krypton tomorrow and prospect there. We are both bit slack as the weather is very hot & muggy. Still we are comfortable here and the food is better than we have had for some time — barring Lexington. Hotel people nice to us and pay us much attention. Offer to lend me their piano — glad to have it, even if a bit out of tune.

Went to Krypton in the morning returning at 2 — train 1[hour] 40min[utes] late. Got nothing but scarcely expected much in the time. Learnt a good deal about country and Hyden and think we ought to get a good deal so soon as we set our backs on Hazard. The train is always lat e — they say because the engines are not strong enough. I asked why they didn’t either get stronger engines or change the time table! But everything here is slipshod & everybody inaccurate — I call the place Hap-Hazard! My cold water tap yields hot water & hot water tap, cold water — this is the 3rd hotel where I have found this. American plumbers are a wonderful race. Do some harmonizing after return from Krypton and in the evening. Have to see doctor about growth on my back which is sore. He advises electrocuting it & appoints 8.30 tomorrow for the operation.

Call on doctor after breakfast but electric current cut off for the day so operation postponed to the evening. Harmonize all morning & all afternoon doing 2 or 3 songs. Have now roughed out most of the 12 songs for first book of harmonized songs, or rather 6 ballads & 6 songs. Have a very quiet day, but it is terribly hot and I have a stiff neck or back which makes me feel very seedy. Do not go out all day except to our meals — our rooms are in the Annexe about 200 yards from the hotel. We have decided to go on to Hindman tomorrow in the Mail Hack — do not look forward to it! Go round to Dr Grasse in the evening who wipes off my offending protuberance by electrolasis. It hurts a bit but not for long. Terribly tired after doing my packing for tomorrow. I wonder how much time I have spent this year on packing my boxes! aHazardH H

Breakfast at 6.30 then settle up at hotel etc and finally get away in the Mail Hack quite a comfortable conveyance, hung on springs and spring under seats which are padded! We ride very comfortably half our distance to Feisty driven by a very delightful man, Combs, whose voice and manner of talking was a curious admixture of F. R. Benson & President Frost! Alas at Feisty we were turned over to another Jehu and another hack without seats & without springs, so we deposit our luggage in it and set out to walk the second half of the way — 10 miles. 1 Meet Bradley on arrival and dine at his hotel and then make for the School, where we are very cordially received by Miss Stone & her staff — too numerous to mention or remember — I am given the Guest room, a very comfortable nice little room and a nice bed into which I am very ready to tumble my tired body at 9 p.m.1

Maud and I go off with Bradley to collect and make for Mrs Stamper who lives about 4 or 5 miles off. Bradley tries to find a short cut but as usual lands us in difficulties. We get tied up first of all in a dense wood and then in a thick cornfield on the side of a hill and when we get to our destination we have gone nearly as far as the long way round and have taken rather longer time. Don’t get many songs but a few very average ones. In the evening go to a dance, walking 2 miles along a very muddy road. All the men indulged in whiskey by way of a preliminary and danced badly — as badly as the half-dozen girls there. We didn’t learn much about the Running Set, but we got something. It was a queer business because in these parts a party is always a public affair and we were crowded out with loafers who didn’t dance but took up the space on the floor. Returned about midnight.

Visited Bradley at his hotel in the morning and heard a Mr Triplett play the fiddle, but got nothing of value from him. In the afternoon we went to the Childers in the hope of seeing a man who could describe some of the dance figures they vainly tried to perform last night. But he was out. A cow, while we were there, swallowed an apple and nearly suffocated, but eventually coughed it up, greatly to the relief of Mr Childers who quite expected to lose what he called his "cow-brute" or his "property". Then we were entertained by Miss Stone and her staff at the Rest House, a log-cabin high up on the hill behind the hospital where I sleep. A most pleasant evening. A rare good supper for which we were very grateful and a nice general talk. We sang & Maud danced some jigs — altogether a very restful & enjoyable evening — but so far collecting here has been a complete failure.

In the morning tramped out 4 miles to Mrs Webb Pratt who sang me 4 or 5 excellent tunes. Back to lunch with Bradley at his hotel and drinks at the drug store afterwards. In the afternoon I spent 2 or more hours with Hilliard Smith who gave me quite a lot of most interesting songs. Back in time for supper at 5.30 and afterwards the girls in the school sang me a lot of songs, some of them very first rate ones. I gave them a talk about the songs and cross examined them afterwards as to what they know and in this way got a lot of splendid songs. One of the best days I have had for a long time and I must have taken down over 30 songs! I am beginning a bad cold in my chest, probably the result of the dance on Tuesday and the wet feet I got going to it. Got a mustard plaster to put on in bed.

Had a baddish night with asthma & coughing. Hope I’m not going to knock up, but I feel very seedy. Go with Maud to Austin Ritchie about 2_ miles off. He sings a little and then escorts us 3 or more miles through a wood and over a mountain to Mr Warton’s. There we dine (alas!) and Warton sings quite a lot of songs, some quite good ones. On the way home we get caught in heavy thunder rain but fortunately have umbrellas and keep fairly dry. Get back just in time for supper after which some of the girls sing to me again and then we have a social at which I try to speak and sing but am prevented from doing myself justice by much coughing. Maud teaches them "A Hunting", "Roman Soldiers" & dances Jockey [to the Fair] & Princess Royal — a very successful evening which the children enjoyed mightily.

Maud and I and Miss Watts — one of the staff who was at Knoxville — go to Mrs Lucindy Pratt and we got some excellent songs. After dinner I rest and then have tea with Miss Watts and Miss Cobb. Begin to write up my books which are sadly behind hand as we have taken down between 50 and 60 songs in the last 2 or 3 days — pretty well a record! My cold is very bad and I am glad there is not much to do to-day. Jason Ritchie was to have come over but they couldn’t get hold of him — also Wylie Parkes. There is a great deal to be done here but I think it better to leave on Monday and come here again next year perhaps. Spend evening in sitting room where one of the children gives me a song. We have supper there — spaghetti etc — and then to bed, five minutes before electric light goes out (9.30).

I had a very bad night, much coughing and very cold and feeling pretty seedy when it becomes time (6 a.m.) to get out of bed! After breakfast tackle my books in earnest and write hard till 12 when we have lunch. Rest, then write again, have tea with Maud & Miss Watts, then write again and finish just before dinner at 5. Weather warmer today but chilly out of the sun. Nights very damp and misty — a hard climate to keep well in! Supper at 5, all sitting on chairs — not at table — with a very short simple service afterwards which was quite nice. Took down some more songs from the school girls. Bradley & Hilliard Smith came in to bid farewell. Packed before going to bed by candle light, the electric being turned off at 9.30!

Breakfast at 6 as the Mail Hack started at 6.30! Miss Stone, Miss Huntington, Miss Cobb and the ever faithful Miss Watts were all up to give us our breakfast and speed us on our way. The journey was very trying and we did not reach Hazard till 5 p.m. — 11 hours, very nearly, over the 20 miles! We arrived sore and shaken after many bumps & rollings. At one time we had 7 people in the wagon, the driver and his cook on the front seat, Maud I and another female on the second seat, and two men standing up on the mail bags behind. Very glad to get back to the quiet of the Beaumont Hotel. Maud rather seedy but I am feeling a bit better, though my cough is still very troublesome! Saw the doctor who says my back is all right. Charged me 2 dollars quite moderate for America!

Started harmonizing directly after breakfast and continued in the evening up to dinner time. After dinner wrote letters. Our rooms are terribly hot and this is a noisome noisy place but nevertheless it is nice change after the hurly burly of the last few weeks. If I can make a good hole into my harmonized book, the time here will not be wasted. And I must have a rest. I am feeling the strain of the last few weeks. My cough and my asthma bother me not a little especially the former — otherwise I am physically all right except that I am very tired. I believe the fatigue is largely due to the lack of proper nourishment and that I can remedy here, for the hotel provides if not first rate fare, food that I can at least eat. The joy of getting & eating lettuce again!

Peg away at my accompaniments again and get on very well even though I started the day feeling very chippy after a disturbed night — disturbed by much coughing. I have now drafted nearly all the songs, doing to-day "Come in Come in" and Young Hunting. That leaves me only one more "Once I counted" and one more verse of "Come all ye tender" to finish and these with luck I may do tomorrow. The pleasure of finding harmonies to these lovely tunes is very great even though my instinct tells me they had far better be not be fitted with any! Write several letters in the morning, one of condolence to the poor Leicesters, one to Peggy Scovill and a reply to Mrs Sidgwick. The rest, despite my piano-work, is having its effect and I am already feeling much better, but I wish these rooms were more airy. They are very hot.

A soaking wet day — the very first of the kind we have experienced in the mountains. Wiseacres predict the rain may last for 2 or 3 days. Heaven forbid for we mean to go to Hyden in the Mail Hack tomorrow and rain would stop us. We have a very difficult trip in front of us, Hyden & Pine Mountain: both cross-country journeys very difficult and arduous, and with wet weather almost impossible. I finish my songs in the morning and the 12 are now completed except for final writing out & revision which I hope I may do at Asheville. It is curious job writing a book in hotels. This is the second I have essayed in this way! Much packing in the afternoon as we shall not see our trunks again for 3 weeks at Pineville, whither we shall express[?] this directly we find we can get through to Pine Mountain from Hyden.

Rain had stopped when we were called at 5 a.m. so decide to risk the journey to Hyden. Breakfast at 6 and start soon after 7 in the worst mail hack ever seen. No springs, a crazy "Tarpoleon" covering it, seats without cushions and soaking wet and a young casual irresponsible Jehu to drive us. We stood it for the first mile or two then got out and walked, and except when the road went down the middle of the creek — which it did for about 5 miles of the journey — we tramped all the way. Quite the worst road we have seen, far worse than Hindman or Oneida road. We crossed 5 mountains, pretty steep ones. On arrival called on Revd Byers Presbyterian Minister who found out for us that the Ray’s could not take us in so we took rooms at the Lewis Hotel a newish building, fairly clean but very primitive in the way of food, furniture etc. Mrs Lewis however has a nice smile and as she is a martyr to asthma we have one thing in common.

A very bad night with coughing and asthma and woke up feeling very tired & good for nothing. We walk up Owl’s Nest creek, make friends with a Mrs Eversole[?], aged 15, very pretty, with a 7 months baby in her arms. She takes us to her mother, Mrs Brewer[?], who sings but nothing of any value. Then call on Felix Roberts; Miss R also sings, but not to much purpose. Feeling very slack & seedy return to lunch, rest afterwards and then call on Byers who asks us to dinner tomorrow at noon. Am afraid this is going to be very bad for my asthma, although my room is up high with a clear view all round the house. The mists at night, however, are very trying. No electric light here and the lamps are very primitive so life after 5.30 when it gets dark not very exciting. Go to bed between 7 and 8 feeling very asthmatic & seedy generally.

Have a very bad night, the worst asthma I have ever had, I think. This is going to be a very trying place for me to stay in I fear. Call on Mrs Haskyns, wife of Tho[mas] Haskyns, barber and — so Mr Byers tells me — fiddler & singer. He is still "barbing" this morning so make app[ointment] to meet him in the "evening" i.e. after noon. Go to lunch with Revd Byers — wife & two children. Miss Byers, head of dormitory in connection with the public school is there. She is a sort of Miss Dame, unimaginative, proud of her power of organization, loves to manage people etc — an American analogue of ‘Evelyn Lamport’. After tea go to Haskyns. He plays the fiddle very indifferently & sings nothing of any worth but is a nice modest man. A Mr Asher clerk of C[ounty] Court comes in. I tell him of our desire to see a Running Set. He says people dance them about here and that he may be able to get one together for us.

Go round to school at 8 o’clock, talk to the children and Maud & I sing them several songs. A very sticky hum-drum sort of school permeated with presbyterianism and sloppy bible religion and utterly devoid of art of any kind. Then call on Mrs Eliza Pace an old lady of 67 who we afterwards hear has been a great offender in retailing Moonshine and has been sentenced several times. But she has good songs. A Mr Davidson gives me one tune. Look in on the court and hear the judge charging the grand jury. Plenty of melodramatic American spread-eagleism, every platitude uttered as though it were a deep & serious truth and every sentence punctuated with the use of the spittoon. Quite amusing and quite a revelation of one side of American life. Hyden quite full of people attracted by the opening day of the Sessions. I like Hyden but the climate is very bad and I am wondering how long I can stand it. Have never had such asthma before in my life.

After a very bad night start off down Owlsnest Creek in search of Mrs Leona Melton. Go very much out of our way along Cutshin Creek which we have to ford several times but after 5 hours tramping get to mouth of Mackintosh creek where she & her husband live. They are nice people & she sings very prettily and gives me a new "Child" — the Mermaid. They tell us of a "nigh-way" home, only about 4_ miles, which we take and reach Hyden about 5, thoroughly done up — we get some grape juice at the Drugstore — no ice alas, here. Am writing up my books when Asher comes in and says he can get up a dance if I will come. Maud is in bed! but gets up and we go round to a house run by two bachelors Westcott & Brown, agents of Peabody Colliery Co. Lewis the postmaster, son of the hotel proprietor, leads. There are 4 couples who dance sufficiently well for us to learn the figures. This delights us as it may now make a visit to Pine Mountain unnecessary. I like Westcott who invites me to dine with him on Thursday at 6.

Directly after breakfast Maud and I discuss & write out dance. There are 13 figures. We find we know it quite well but there are a few points upon which we have doubts. Have more or less a quiet day, pumping Mrs Eliza Pace again and getting a further instalment of good songs. But at our first visit we are pursued by a lot of lazy gossiping females who come in to see the show! There is no privacy in this country! So we retire and call upon Mrs Linda Walker, a coloured "lady" who sings very beautifully to us. Then to Mrs Pace again who gave me more songs. In the evening young Lewis comes in and I go through all the figures with him and clear up the few remaining doubtful points. He is a clear headed little man, nicely dressed, regular mountain manners and a good specimen of the mountaineer who has gone up a peg in the world.

We go off again to the Meltons taking the short cut, which enables us to get there in about 2_ hours — in this case at 10.15. We spend several hours with them, having dinner there. Mrs Leona sings me some more songs — one very good one. On our return home Maud gets very tired and nearly collapses. The day is sultry & hot — very trying after the cold weather we have been having. Two doses of grape juice on our arrival do her a lot of good. After some tea & a short half-hours rest I change my clothes and go round to Westcotts where I spend a very pleasant evening. Rather nice to get a talk with a man of his sort, for a change. Stay there till nearly 10, come home eat cheese, raisins & crackers with Maud & then to bed, pretty tired.

After breakfast tramp off to Short Creek after a Mr William Morgan, better known as T Hawker[?], presumably because he is a purveyor of illicit whiskey! A long walk, very rough under foot, but very beautiful. While at Morgan’s house a small thunderstorm which suddenly produces quite cold weather. He sang 2 or 3 moderately good songs — these singers of wide reputation, e.g. Frizzly Bill — rarely have very much of value to me. Feel much stronger to day walking and get back at 1 feeling less tired than usual. Directly, however, I lie down to rest, I get a shivering fit and fever. Maud take my temp[erature] - which is 100.4 so I am in for something — suspect lungs as I have been coughing continuously since my Manchester cold 8 weeks ago. Call in doctor — little better than a labouring man, who finds my temp is now 102. Gives me some aconite & aspirin and advises canned soup. I have a lot of asthma but don’t feel particularly ill - no headache. Temp normal at 10 p.m.

Sleep better than usual — only one burning of asthma powder — about midnight and wake with tubes clear and a temp[erature] of 97.7 below normal. Wonder what I have had and what I am in for, if anything. Decide to stay in bed to-day and to get away from this place as soon as I am strong enough to stand journey to Hazard. Mrs Pace comes in in the afternoon and sings to me. Miss Byers follows and I talk pretty freely to her taking the Running Set and their barring of it as my text! Write out some of my tunes into my book as well as I can manage it in bed. Maud goes out at six p.m. to the Mayor’s dance. I am feeling pretty chippy, my legs and arms very nervy and jumpy, but temperature keeps down. Maud returns at 11 packs me off to bed, but I don’t feel like sleeping.

Had a nasty restless and largely sleepless night although not much asthma. Get up after breakfast and dress and go downstairs to lunch. Feel very ill and thoroughly rotten in the afternoon, so after tea, take to my bed again where it is at any rate warmer. My temperature keeps down but I feel as though I were recovering from a long and bad illness. Feel rather better in the evening and put lights out at 9 p.m. Finish writing up my books when I am up. Read a good deal and doze and think and wonder how I am going to get out of this place and back to Asheville! Dictate description — or the beginning of it — of Running Set to Maud, when I am in bed in the evening.

Slept rather better when I got to sleep about midnight and did not burn my powder during the night — the first time for a long while. Get up slowly after breakfast. Maud goes off song hunting and I write letters to Neve, Miss Wells etc. Temperature still sub normal 97.7. Rather a dull day. Maud returns without any luck. In the afternoon I dictate the rest of the dance to her from my note book. This is a great relief to me to know that the dance is at last on paper. This dance is as valuable a piece of work as anything that I have done in the mountains. I may get some more figures to add but I do not think there is anything else to learn about it.

Feel rather stronger to day and decide to go out to bid farewell to friends and make a dash for Krypton and Jackson tomorrow. Engage a wagon to start at 6.30 tomorrow. Call on Mrs Byers first, then say good bye to Miss Byers at the school and then go to Westcott where I have a nice chat. Back to lunch and after a rest & tea go for the last time to Mrs Eliza Pace who rather unexpectedly sings me some very good songs. These I write up in the evening after I have finished my packing. The walk made me feel pretty groggy but I expect if it is a nice day tomorrow that I shall compass the journey all right. It is curious how weak that short attack of fever has left me.

Wagon of course late so I go out to say good bye to young Lewis and to Asher at the Court House. We start at 7.15 Mr Lewis lending us some wraps — for it is very cold — and a bolster to put on the seat. The road proves to be a much better one than the Hazard route and our mules are strong and well driven by Begley. We get 3 parts of our journey in good time, then rest the horses and eat our lunch and then walk very slowly over a mountain and partly down the other side, riding the rest of the way to Krypton — a very rough piece — where we arrive at 2 p.m. Get some hot water at hotel and make ourselves some tea, catch train at 3.30 and reach Jackson at 5. Install ourselves in fairly comfortable rooms, have a nice dinner with some real milk and coffee that tastes of coffee, a warm bath and go to bed at 7.45.

Wake up with a headache chiefly owing to this damnable arrangement of steam heating. My radiator cannot be turned off — here like everywhere else, all things are going to rack & ruin and inefficiency reigns supreme — and nothing I can do or say will prevail upon anyone to get it mended. Have a very quiet day. Write letters all the morning, Bradley, Lanier etc and in the afternoon and evening also, Charlie, Gray, Peggy Scovill, Mrs Storrow etc. Go out in the afternoon for an hour or two, have a curious interview with Hammond a friend of Revd Patterson of Beattyville. After dinner more letters then finding my room unbearable get another one to sleep in. Headache better but expect I shall get it bad again through sleeping in such a heat.

Felt very groggy in the morning, a warning that I have not yet got rid of the effects of that infernal fever. But I got better as the day wore on. We caught the 10 train to St Helens. First called at the Store where Snowden directed as to Dunaway’s house. Mr D & his wife both sing and they both sang us a song or two and promised to do more if we came to see them next Sunday. Then we walked through the wood to Mrs Dunagan who is now out of bed. She sang me several good songs but was very distrait owing to the visit of 2 women who haggled with her over the purchase of some of her potatoes — I am sure they cheated the old lady! We caught the afternoon train home and got to the hotel at 5. In the evening Sewell Williams came in and told me many things about the Running Set as danced in this County. Weather very cold indeed — froze last night.

Had a fairly good night but it is difficult to get used to the cold. It froze again last night, and a fortnight ago at Hazard it was so hot we had to keep the electric fan going! Wrote several letters in the morning, and wrote up my books. Then got two empty bottles from the Drug Store and then got them filled with distilled water at the Ice Plant place so that we can make some tea — the sulphur water here is just impossible. In the afternoon continued writing out my notation of the Running Set for Maud to type — rather a big business for both of us. Wrote to Mr Glenn about the use of his Hall for my lecture next month and went to bed early so as to prepare for St Helens tomorrow, my last day this trip which we shall spend in collecting songs. The tunes I took down yesterday bring the number of those I have collected in America to 1001 — which is the number I hoped to reach this year.

Alas the 10 train was an hour and a half late and so we had to forgo our trip to the Dunagans & Dunaways. This line from Lexington to MacRoberts is the worst one in my experience. The annoying part is no one here seems to mind the unpunctuality and the hideous waste of time which it involves. It seems to suit the sloppy inconsequent way of living in which the Southern Stater appears to delight. So we had to return to our rooms and spend a quiet day. At least it has relieved me of one extra chance of knocking up before I get to Asheville. I am still very far from well I cannot shake off the feeling of intense fatigue & lassitude happily physical rather than mental — I can write and do my desk work without any trouble. The weather is quite warm again — what a wonderful climate! Here ends my last collecting trip for the year in the mountains. I have taken down 600 tunes and the Running Set, perhaps the most prolific year’s collecting in quantity as well as quality that I have ever done. May it not prove to be my Swan-song!

Finished packing after breakfast, settled up at the hotel and then caught the 10 train for Richmond. The train was fairly punctual, the journey hot with a change at Ravenna. It was nice passing through our old hunting grounds at St Helens and Beattyville, but very sad to see the mountains gradually disappear. The first realization that there was a horizon around one was a curious sensation, and a quite unexpected one. Richmond is a nice place, rather an old look about it, just one main street with some grand old fashioned Georgian residences. Our Hotel — the Glynden — was just passable but had seen better days! In the evening we went to the Movies which just managed and no more to keep my attention — a lime drink at the Drug Store, & to bed. Sent Constance a cable. Don’t hesitate let house. This may help her to make up her old mind!

Left at 11.18. Spent morning before leaving in writing to Constance and continuing my draft of the Running Set notation. Met an interesting man in the train, English by birth, American by nationality, Mr Salway, a landscape gardener and present manager of a large cemetery at Cincinnati! Told us much about the forest trees as we went along. The autumn colourings are most violent — crimsons, orange, russets and golds — rather overdone to my taste. But then restraint is not the strong point in America — even Nature gets a bit above herself and does things extravagantly and in an advertising spirit! Still it is most wonderful to see the Forest in its Autumn clothing. Reached Knoxville and found it worn[?] and dirty as usual the Hotel Atkin especially so. Dined and went to bed prepared for an early rise and for the last stage of our journey tomorrow.

Called at 6 a.m., breakfast at 6.35 and to the station soon after 7 only to find our 7.40 train an hour late — as a matter of fact we didn’t get off till 9.15! O these Southern slackers! Nice to get into the mountains again and see our old haunts round Marshall and Hot Springs, the Hotel at the latter place now desecrated by becoming an internment camp for the officers & sailors of the German Liners, the Vaterland etc. Arrived at Asheville at 3.15 — Eastern time — and motored up to Grove Park Inn where we occupy our old rooms nos. 280 & 282. So now this tour is finished. I am feeling rather sad but greatly relieved to know that I have reached a haven of rest without mishap, where I can eat, sleep, write music and I hope get some flesh and strength again — I sorely need both. And there are the 600 tunes in my trunk collected this year — not without some expenditure of physical vitality.

Dr Sinclair telephones that he is leaving Asheville for several days next Saturday so wishes to see me at once. So I go to him at 10 o’clock, seeing Miss Dickey before and after. Sinclair takes a cast of my mouth and has to test something in the afternoon as well. I go to Durham’s music place to see if I can get a room there but the arrangements are unsatisfactory though they are very civil and obliging. Weather warm but wet and stormy. The clouds over Pisgah are beautiful to behold and the sunset though stormy very magnificent. I begin to look through my drafts and revise them and make a start on writing them out with The Two Brothers. I see that I have my work cut out if I mean to finish the 12 songs while I am here.

Go to Sinclair again who keeps me a long while. The cast seems a good one and he says the plate will be ready for me on Tuesday next. I go to Durham’s and try over some of my MS. Miss Dickey has got me a room and a piano at the Presbyterian Church house. I am eager to go there tomorrow. Very rainy & stormy and I got caught in a bad storm — without an umbrella of course. However, no bones broken. Hayes sees me in Asheville and tells me of a literary man Robert Scott who is at this hotel. Scott makes friends with me. He is English by birth but is now an American citizen working in Funk & Wayvales office N[ew] York. Like all perverts[?], more American than the Americans — we argue rather hotly.

Maud and I go down to Asheville directly after breakfast and, escorted by the Dickey, go to my Church room — a very nice one with a serviceable piano. I work there till 1, when Maud, who has been shopping, joins me and we return to lunch. I am getting on with the songs and have finished and made fair copies of 3 or 4 of them. I am feeling a good deal better but must be careful I do not make myself ill, eating too much & taking no exercise. Weather quite cold, white frosts each night now, but sunny all day — very healthy. It is a pity I am so tied to my work, but I can work under better conditions here than at the Algonquin so cannot lose my opportunity. Have a long argument, & hot one, with Scott in the evening.

Miss Dickey who was to have lunched with us telephones she has a cold and asks if she may come on Tuesday instead. I work all day at my songs and by the evening have finished 7 of them — more than half my task completed. Have a long talk with Scott & his wife after lunch. I like her better than him — but he may possibly be useful to me. At any rate he promises to write a review of my book in the Lit[erary] Digest. Maud is not very well but comes down to dinner. Go to bed fairly early. My asthma is much better. Am reading Gerard’s book which I find very interesting.1

Go down to Church Room in the morning directly after breakfast calling at drug store on the way to get a wound in my forehead dressed. The lift boy jammed the door in my face and the corner caught me above the left eye and bruised & cut me a bit. Work at my songs in the afternoon — a perfectly lovely day, it seemed a sin to sit indoors. Dr Packard came and dined with us. Glad to have an opportunity of showing him some courtesy after the kindness he showed me when I was ill in the spring. Spent quite a pleasant time with him. Am very tired and shall be glad when my work is done and I can take advantage of the place and of the weather.

To the dentist at 10, to try the new plate. It is not very comfortable but I expect when I get used to it, it will be all right — at any rate better than the old set which is now very loose and uncomfortable. At 10.30 I went to my church room and had another couple of hours at my songs. I finished what I could do at the piano for the present. Miss Dickey came to lunch and stayed till nearly 3.30 evidently rather pleased to have a meal here and see the inner precincts of this much talked about place! She is a queer old maid — wouldn’t come to dinner because she had no escort to bring her here, and it was not the right thing in Asheville for lone maidens to be out after dark unattended! In the afternoon finished off all my songs except one.

Wrote out Young Hunting the last of my 12 songs directly after breakfast and then went down to town with Maud — I to my dentist for repairs — she to shop. We returned in time for lunch. After tea I wrote a long letter to Constance and then began a final revision of my songs, doing 2 of them before dinner. Just before dinner heard the sad news of little Barbara Campbell’s death. How her parents will get over the shock I don’t know. I write to Mrs Campbell after dinner — a very blundering and clumsy letter as I always do on these occasions. Weather very cold indeed with an icy wind. A small covering of snow this morning. The famed American October weather hasn’t come off this year — as it did last year. However, we are warm and comfortable enough here so there is no cause to complain.

A beautiful bright & sunny day after a very frosty night. I began a final revision of my 12 songs and then soon after 11, Maud and I walked up Sunset Mountain. This is the first recreative walk or recreative anything else we have done since we came here. I have been working at my songs and Maud at her Index of this year’s gatherings. After tea I finished off my songs and began writing out some of my tunes to send Fox Strangways. We are both feeling sad that our time is nearly at an end here. I am better but the walk this morning tired me dreadfully and my right eye is playing up in the old way — the first time for years. I am wondering if it is because I have been eating soup & chicken here? At any rate I’ll knock off the former. By diligently bathing in very hot water I get the inflammation down — but I don’t like it!

Soon after breakfast we went down into Asheville. My eye is much better but I think it is wise to lay in a store of cotton wool, boracic lotion, eye dropper etc. Then to the Church Room where I play all my songs to Maud. Then to Miss Dickey’s where we settle up account — much smaller this year than last, thank goodness — and home to lunch. After tea I write a lot of letters including one very long one to Miss de Long. Then continue my script for Fox Strangways. The last movie show downstairs to night was a very poor one — entirely instructive and I am too old to be taught any more! Weather much warmer but no so bright as yesterday.

Set to work after breakfast at my packing — the last time, thank the Lord, for a while. I am just sick of packing and arranging my things for different expeditions which I have been doing ceaselessly for 13 weeks! Then I finish off tunes for Fox Strangways & enjoy humming them over again — they are a rich lot! Caught the 3.40 train. Got stuck up as usual at Charlotte for 1_ hours at 9 p.m. so we shall be late at N[ew] York tomorrow. Hate the train and feel very uncomfortable. Get to bed about 10.30.

Slept fairly well, considering. Arrived at Washington 3 hours late. Told at 8.30 that no dining car would be put on and that if we wanted breakfast we must get it in the station and that train was timed to leave at 9. Hurried up and got a snatch breakfast, only to find when we got back to the train that a dining car had been put on! Arrived at N[ew] York at 3.30 about 3_ hours late as usual. Algonquin people delighted to see us. Telephone message from Rabold greeted us on arrival and he himself turned up half an hour afterwards. He stayed and talked had dinner with us and went away at 10 p.m. No trunks of course so we had up some of our boxes from the hotel and did some unpacking & arranging of things.

Breakfast at 8 o’clock. Many telephone messages afterward. Saw Putnam at 11 and arranged that he should give me a letter to Schirmer about my harmonized book suggesting that they publish putting Putnam’s name as well as their own on the book and give him a good allowance on sales — a very good arrangement for me and him if it comes off and Barker is willing. Then to Shaw about lectures. "Little doing", alas! Called on Gray who of course was away in Connecticut. In the afternoon wrote a lot of letters to Aldrich, Farnsworth, Forsyth, Hough , Mrs Callery etc. In the evening dined with Rabold and Gowing at their new rooms with the Gilmans. Played my songs to them & spent a most pleasant evening. Altogether a very enjoyable first day in N[ew] York.

Went round to Dr Wilson in the morning and opened up things. He is going to overhaul me pretty thoroughly — a bad business which I most cordially detest! Then to Schirmer’s where I saw Kurt Schindler and left the Putnam letter with him — He is to see S[chirmer] and report progress in a day or so. Quiet afternoon writing long letter to Constance about Crawhall tunes1 and other things, Walford Davies etc. In the evening dined at the Glenn’s and spent a very pleasant 3 or 4 hours with them, discussing amongst other things a lecture on my mountain experiences at the Russell Sage Hall which he will gladly lend me. Weather very warm in the morning but raining cats & dogs! In the evening, dry, cold with a high wind!

Worked at letters etc in the morning and then went round to see Gray. Found him very upset at the idea that I was going to publish with Schirmer. I did my best to soothe him and to some extent succeeded. In the afternoon went to the Belmont Hotel for E.F.D.S. meeting, Peabody, as pompous as ever, in the sec[retary’s] chair, Mrs Storrow, Miss Beiderhaze, Raybold & self constituting the Com[mittee], but others present with watching briefs, Miss Boyce from Pittsburgh, Charlotte Foss, Miss Gilman, Gowing, Peggy Scovill etc. All went very well. We consoled Peabody, passed a motion to retain present officers for a year and do without a Gen[eral] Meeting. We all dined at Mrs Storrow’s room i.e. Maud, Lily, Emma & self. Glenn came in after & he Mrs S & I discussed my financial prospects. Mr Storrow turned up a few minutes later on and was very nice but looked woefully tired.

Went round to station to see Mrs Storrow off to Boston by 10 train. Maud, Lily & Emma went off shopping and I to the doctor who said the analysis of my water convinced him there was nothing really the matter with me — that I was suffering from continuous over-work, which made me liable to fever, which itself was an infection. He said I must go more slowly and realize the ravages of Anno Domini and if I ignored them I should be courting a serious smash up! In the afternoon Maud and I went to Brooklyn Institute and I lectured on Mountain Songs — with fair success, room bad from acoustic p[oint] of view. I was very tired in the evening, far more so than I ought to be, so went to bed fairly early after dining here at the Hotel. Weather very cold indeed, but fine and bright and extraordinarily bracing & healthy.

Breakfast at 8, and then round to 55th street to lecture at Miss Spence’s School at 9.30. This went very well as I had a very intelligent audience — all of them daughters of millionaires, anything but aristocratic in appearance! Maud lunched with Rabold while I entertained Peggy Scovill here at the hotel. She and I had a very pleasant little chat together. In the evening I dined with Richard Aldrich at the Century Club and had a long chat with him afterwards, about my doings & successes in the mountains and also about my forthcoming lecture at R[ussell] S[age] Foundation. I like him but he is very staid & rather stodgy. Home before Maud, who, after dining with Rabold went to a "slick Movie" with Charlotte Foss.

M[aud] and I after writing letters walked down to Russell Sage Foundation to see room. Find it most suitable with good floor for a dance. Arrange with Glenn’s Sec[retary] Nov[ember] 23rd as provisional date. Entertain Miss Mary Stone and Miss Rue at lunch downstairs. Miss R was for a long while a teacher under Miss Stone at Hindman. Didn’t take to her over-much — Miss Stone is very nice. Then we went to Gilman Studio and had first rehearsal of Running Set. Maud danced and I taught it. It went very well considering the material I had to use. It is easier to teach than I had anticipated. Charlotte Foss returned with us and we all 3 dined at English Plum Pudding place in 41st street — rather nice. Home very tired & to bed early. Weather still fine and bright, but very cold.

Long morning over letters to Farnsworth, Prince, De Forest, Payne etc and nearly finished off long screed to Fox Strangways. We had lunch in our room for the first time, Maud making some splendid soup (canned) and providing all sorts of dainties! Continued work in our room till 6, when we walked over to Charlotte Foss’s to dinner. She keeps with a young woman Miss Dean and make their own meals etc. A very pleasant evening with a good deal of argument more or less serious and some chaff. There is a good deal of pro- germanism about, a stronger undercurrent than many realise. Partly from an inherited dislike of England and partly from an exaggerated but mistaken estimate of the value of German Kultur. This is what I had to combat to- night.

Letters after breakfast. Then Maud stayed at home and I went round to Glenn to discuss invitation form etc of my lecture on the 23rd. He promised to see Mrs Rice, take her advice & let me know. We lunched at home once more — this is an economical device that bids fair to be very successful — then rehearsed our Running Set at 5.15. Miss Beiderhaze came to tea at 4 and we discussed Xmas School in N[ew] York. After the rehearsal we entertained the Campbells at dinner at Plum Pudding place in 41st st[reet] Rabold joining us at coffee. R[abold] Maud and I then went over to E.F.D.S. meeting at Brooklyn M and I each teaching a dance — I — the Fine Companion, she Bonny Broom. We returned pretty late, very tired & rather hungry. Weather the last 2 or 3 days sunny & bright but a cold north wind. Was glad of my winter over-coat to- day.

Went round to Schirmer’s in the morning to hurry them up about MS. Made app[ointment] with Schindler to play my accompaniments to him on Friday morning at 10 a.m. Then to Rabold’s where we met the Campbells & Miss Moore of the R[ussell] S[age] Foundation and I played my accompaniments. The Campbell’s greatly delighted. They sounded better to me, not having looked at my MSS since Asheville. We all lunched together at The Fermery in 33rd St[reet]. Home at 3.45 and out again after tea to Faculty Club, Teacher’s College, to dine with Dr Farnsworth. Discussed all & sundry, engaged his co-operation with regard to getting use of gym at Teacher’s Coll[ege] & 2 other rooms for Xmas School. We went over to his room and went thro’ a lot of folk songs. I like him and find him one of the most intelligent folk song people here.

Rather a lazy day after a long breakfast lasting nearly 2 hours here with the Campbells. It was clear that she did not expect to have her name on the next book — she made this clear to me yesterday. I had asked her, too, to let me dedicate my book to her, and this pleased her immensely. Poor things they look very sad. We did not mention their great loss, thought it better not to do so. They go south to day or tomorrow. May meet them at Washington at Xmas time. I went round to Putnam’s to get a folder advertisement for my book — they agreed. Then to Public Library to see if I could get any of the 18th cent[ury] country dance books, Walsh etc — but found they had none. Maud and I lunched at Beaux Arts with Iden Payne — he dines with us at 41st st[reet] on Sat[urday] at 7.30. Quiet afternoon afterwards and tea at home.

Letters in the morning and then after packing flannels etc to Plum Pudding shop to lunch with Rabold and Charlotte Foss. We four caught 2 train for Pough Keepsie N[ew] Y[ork] where a motor met us and carried us to the Bennett School Millbrook — 12 miles. This is a splendid place and we were received in a very friendly & nice way. We rehearsed Country dances with Reckitt, the domestic English musician here and then after dinner I lectured on English Folk Dance showing Morris Jigs and 6 English C[ountry] Dances. Great success, nice room, excellent floor, and enthusiastic audience. We motored back to station, caught 10.4 train which however was woefully late and got home at 2 a.m. pretty tired. My right eye alas is playing up badly and I am afraid I have trouble brewing there. I hope not!

My eye is very painful and it has ulcerated slightly. I feel very depressed — which is part of the disease. I go to Schirmer’s at 10 a.m. and play my folk songs to Sonneck and Schindler and afterwards discuss terms, royalties etc. They offer me 10% on American sales and 2d in the shilling on English.1 In the evening I send them a letter embodying the results of our conversation and stick out for a higher royalty. Bradley called in the afternoon — he is to lunch with us tomorrow. Maud and I dined at Plum Pudding place and spent evening making out lists for invitation to my lecture on the 23rd. The Glenns, Mrs Rice and Miss Moore are doing much to help me.

Went round to Schirmer’s and had another long interview with Sonneck and discuss further the royalty question. I think they want my book so I can put some pressure on them. Bradley came to lunch and we had a very interesting talk in my room afterwards. I like him very much indeed. At 3 we went to Gilman studio and had 3rd rehearsal of Running Set which does not go very well and will I fear never do so with the material I have to train. Back to tea at 5 and then entertain Iden Payne at dinner here. Have a long and jolly talk with him downstairs and also in my room. My eye is better but it is still weak and refuses to get quite right. I am bathing it and using boracic lotion.

Maud is busy getting out cards of invitation for my lecture while I draft another business letter of Sonneck and write letters to Belden, Lady Gomme, Miss Gilchrist and Mr V[aughan] Williams. In the afternoon write a lot more letters, Baskervill, Aldrich, Miss Daking, Krehbeil, Miss Boutelle and then set to work with Maud over the invitations for my lecture on the 23rd which she had written. I helped in the stamping & sealing up. We dined at Rasottos and finished invitations afterwards going to bed fairly early. My eye is far from well although it is quite clear now. Weather quite warm. Sat nearly all day with window open, and steam heater shut down.

Worked at my photographs in the morning sending off copies to Mrs Polly Patrick, & Mrs Cis Jones with letters. Then took out films to Meyrowitz for more prints and enlargements. Then Maud and I and Rabold who called as we went out sallied forth to Russell Sage Foundation calling at a shop on the way and buying Maud a bag this being her 32nd birthday. Interviewed Miss Moore and then to Players Club to lunch with Lanier who never turned up. Had a nice talk with Bassange Payne & Marcosson — the latter just back from France. Lunched by myself at Fermery and then back to rest & tea, Maud having lunched with Rabold. Rehearsal of Running Set at 6 when I danced it once through. Afterwards the Gilmans Rabold & Gowing dined with us at Rasotto’s in honour of Maud’s birthday. We spent a very jolly evening discussing many things.

Went round to Schirmer & Putnams. The former promised to let me hear about MS soon — he thought they would take American rights only. Then I went on to Players Club and had an interesting lunch with Lanier. Home to rest, dined at P[lum] P[udding] place and then to N[ew] York Centre party in the evening. It was a motley crowd there, 30 new members having joined that evening! With the greatest difficulty I managed to teach The Health, and Maud Halfe Hannikin. Very nice people & spirit of the whole place excellent. I suggested they should make first half hour 8-8.30 for beginners, 8.30-9.30 for everyone, and 9.30-10 for everyone except beginners. Miss Beiderhaze approved and will probably put the thing through.

Had a very bad sleepless night. Caught 10 train for New Haven where Bradley took me. Showed me Yale University and then we went through the gallery to see a very fine collection of early Italian Primitives. Lunched together at Graduates Club and then interviewed Day at University Press. Discussed ways & means at length and a comprehensive scheme of publication looking forward 5 years at least!!!! Had tea at Hotel amid the din of a rag-time band and then to the station to catch 5.13 train. Arrived at 7.40, 30 minutes late as usual. Maud & Charlotte met me & we all then dined at Vanity Fair. Went to bed soon feeling very seedy. My eye is very weak and I am sure I am going to have another attack in a day or so.

Slept a bit better but nothing to boast of. Then soon after breakfast went round to Rabold’s where I took down 4 nice songs from Mrs John Clapp and afterwards heard her sing folk songs & criticized her. Back to lunch at our room at 12.30, rested afterwards and then to Brooklyn Institute to give lecture on dance. Maud, Rabold, Charlotte and I did same programme as at Bennett School last week to quite a large audience. Returned to hotel and then we four dined at P[lum] P[udding] place and went to rehearsal of Running Set at Miss Gilman’s at 8. Still the same quartet went to drug store and had drinks, and so home, pretty tired but glad to have got through the day which was rather a strenuous one. Felt better than yesterday. Weather ideal the last few days, bright sunny, warm with a slight nip in the air.

Called on Schirmer’s and saw Sonneck who said his firm would take the American rights in my book, but not any others.1 They have no English house in London so perhaps it is as well. Sonneck asked me to see Putnam’s and tell them we had reached an agreement and he asked me to deliver up the MS on Monday morning. He thought I could get proofs by the end of Dec[ember] and that the book would be published by Feb[ruary]. Then to Rabold to whom I gave a lesson in folk-singing. Back to lunch and to spend a quiet day afterwards, dining at Rasotto’s and writing to Constance and to several other people in the evening. I answered Evans’s letter and had it typed and copied by Maud. Went to bed fairly early. Weather much colder to day & rather an unpleasant north wind.

Went round to Rabold’s to use his piano and finish off my songs, but he was out and I couldn’t get it, so I called on Madewell of the Transcript and had a long talk with him. He gave me some of Burleigh’s settings of Negro Spirituals and asked me about certain cadences — which of course were all wrongly treated from a modal point of view.1 Then back to Rabold’s found Gowing at home and he let me in. Spent an hour there and corrected "Now once I did court" and got back to late lunch in our room at 1.45. At 4.30 we had a rehearsal of Running Set. Maud and I dined alone at English place in 43rd street and then in the evening I made the corrections in the songs that I had made in the morning at the piano, and wrote up the 5 songs I took down from Mrs Clapp. Have a lamp in my room now which takes off the strain on my eyes of working at night. Weather quite warm and summery. A queer climate!

After breakfast started to draft my introduction to the ballad book I am publishing and wrote several letters and cleared up my desk generally. After tea — we had lunch at home — I wrote a letter to Bradley which he can show to other people about the Yale University scheme and then Maud & I practised some songs for our lecture on Friday. In the evening we walked to Park Avenue Hotel to meet Rabold & Madewell. We four had a nice little dinner then adjourned to Rabold’s room where I played my new accompaniments and R sang many of my Somerset songs. We discussed all & sundry — mainly on musical matters - & broke up about 11.30 all I think the better for a really nice evening.

Maud seedy and I breakfast alone. Made her some tea afterwards and then went round to see Putnam about Schirmer contract and to arrange with him about English rights — or Putnam’s interest in them. Then to Gray to settle about sheets of Flamborough & Bacca Pipes. Decide to do former but to dispense with latter as impracticable. I then bought a pair of goggles to protect my eyes from wind and went to see Glenn & Miss Moore. Told former about Yale press, Bradley etc. He thought the scheme a good one and hoped it might all come off — maintenance fund & all. Lunched at Century Club and found myself between 1-hand Chapman whom I met at Aldrich dinner in the Spring & Arthur Whiting. Interesting talk with both. Rested & interviewed Miss Beiderhaze at 5, took rehearsal of Running Set at 5.30, danced myself because Fisher drafted into army. Maud & I dined Mr & Mrs Meredith. A pretty busy day.

Schirmer’s telephoned me not to go round as hitherto arranged. So I stayed at home and wrote some letters. Afterwards walked round to Russell Sage to see Miss Moore about tickets etc. Tried to get at Harmer[?] but couldn’t pull it off. Glenn very keen that I should meet him about the soldiers dancing in Camp. After tea Maud & I walked down to 14th St[reet] to Steinways to get piano for Friday lecture. Arranged for one to be sent on Thursday — for 6 dollars. Walked home calling at Pack and Tilfords and Brentano’s where I made a row about my weekly Times which missed me all the time I was in the mountains. Found they had made a mistake — as usual — full of apologies & nothing else. Charlotte came round after dinner & Maud and I sang to her, in this way rehearsing for Thursday & Friday next.

Went round to Schirmer’s and delivered up my MS to him. I also saw the literary editor Dr Baker and discussed with him details about printing etc — all seemed very satisfactory. In the afternoon went round to Gilman studio to inspect the dancing. A very nice class there. I taught them a country dance, talked to the students a-while and Maud took the Flamboro’ to save Rabold who had a bad throat. Rabold Maud and I after a long talk with the Gilmans went to the Peg Woffington and dined together very pleasantly. In the evening after we sang a good deal so as to get ready for our lecture at Madison tomorrow, which we shall regard as a rehearsal for Friday — "trying it on the cat". Then to bed. Rather nervous about Friday. Weather very warm & muggy and inclined to rain.

Breakfast soon after 7.30. Then go to Madison via Hudson Tube, Hoboken etc. Arrive there at 10. Sec[retary] meets us and motors us to hall hard by where we lecture & sing for 1_ hours. A very sticky audience of old ladies, all knitting, who take everything very seriously and refuse to smile even at my best jokes. Got back at 1.45. Rest and then to R[ussell] S[age] Foundation for final rehearsal of Running Set — I have to dance because of Fisher’s defection. Charlotte Rabold Maud and I then dine at Peg Woffington’s in honour of my birthday. Rabold gave me a lovely present, a box containing cigarettes, cigarette box ash tray, nuts, prunes & all sorts of things. The Gilmans sent me a lovely basket of grapes and a bottle of French Plums! Haven’t had so many presents on my birthday for years!

Wrote letters to Constance etc then walked down 5th Ave[nue] where Maud bought me a walking stick and a tie — both very nice and very expensive of course. We lunch at home. Miss Beiderhaze comes in about circular for Winter School at 5. Dinner at 6.30, after which we dress — I in flannels — and so to hall in Taxi, feeling rather nervous. Quite a large audience containing many very nice people. The lecture went quite well and the dance splendidly. After the latter I got in some good clinching remarks about the importance of collecting songs & dances before it was too late. Altogether a great success, marred only by Maud very nearly fainting afterwards. I get her home in a taxi and she goes straight to bed whither I go also after an hour or two’s cooling down.

Maud still rather bad so persuade her to keep her bed. Make her some tea. Charlotte Foss then calls, brings her some beautiful flowers and stays with her till after lunch. I write a few duty letters then go out to lunch at Century Club — do not meet anyone I know — come home for a rest. Maud insists on getting up and after tea comes to rehearsal at Gilman Studio for the Allied Bazaar affair on Tuesday & Wed[nesday] next. Miss Baver[?], O’Keefe & Madeleine Smith turn up half an hour late with no shoes & retire without practising. We have a rather poor rehearsal and I shall be glad when we are through with this business. The Gilmans, Meredith & Gowing dine with us at Peg Woffington. Soon after getting back we go to bed. Weather still warm but looks like changing.

Weather icily cold with N.W. wind! A wonderful and very unpleasant change. After breakfast (Maud stays in bed) I draft letters to Volkert and Fox Strangways, concerning publication of my song-book in England — this takes up nearly all the morning. The Steinbergs call in the afternoon at 3.30 and we have a nice talk with them — they are staying at the Southern Madison Avenue, where the Graingers live. I go out with them — in icy cold wind - & take Car to the Dakins where I have tea and meet several people, Mrs Holt, Mrs Rouse etc, all of whom were very interested in the proceedings of last Friday evening. I return to Algonquin to find Rabold there — we dine with him in 43rd St[reet] and then he returns with us and we spend a quiet evening here, Maud & I singing several songs etc. I use my fur coat for the first time, and air thick underclothing for the morrow.

Miss Hewitt telephoned just as I was leaving for R[ussell] S[age] Foundation & wanted a lesson. So I went to Rabold’s studio & taught her from 11-12. Then to Biltmore where Robert Scott gave me lunch together with his friend & colleague Professor Gelman — folk- lore & anthropologist. Rested a while & then to tea with Maud at Mrs de Forest’s where we met her daughter Mrs Stuart whose husband just back from Serbia. Back to Hotel to dress for dinner at the Dakins (Mrs Hester that was). A very nice party, the Aldrich’s, Mr & Mrs Jackson & self. Had a nice long talk afterwards in drawing room. Like Mrs Jackson very much. She is a Con[necticut?] woman and has travelled in the mountains a great deal. One of the nicest evenings I have spent for some time. Back at 11. Weather terribly cold — north west wind very biting but temp[erature] really not very low about 25.

Rabold came round early as he is turned out of his room by the arrival of the Gowing family — he has taken a room here on our floor for the night. In the morning I went round to the R[ussell] S[age] F[oundation] and had a long talk with Glenn & Miss Moore. The former said he was going to see Pritchett tomorrow at lunch. H. W. Lanier came to lunch with us & we had a long argument about democracy — and a very friendly encounter. In the evening we went to Allied Bazaar and danced from 8-8.30, jigs & C[ountry] D[ances], 9-9.30 the Running Set and 10- 10.30 jigs etc. Meredith, Condon, Gowing & Rabold for the men, Maud, Charlotte Foss & the Misses Parson & Dobbins for the women. The same lot for Running Set as before. Rather a small audience but appreciative and we enjoyed ourselves hugely. Had a short talk with Aberdeen — poor old rotter!

Home late last night and in consequence rather the worse for wear & tear this morning. Went round to Gray to discuss question of publication of Running Set & decided to do it independently of Novello’s so as to avoid waste of time in discussion and later on include Running Set and other dances yet to be collected in 5th Country Dance Book. Then to Rabolds to meet Seth Bingham & Gowings & play my ballad accompaniments — lunched with them & then met Glenn here. Reported most encouragingly about Pritchett. I am to write a petition, get it revised by Glenn & then forward it to Woodward the President of the Carnegie Corporation at Washington. Said no copies of my book to be had at Putnam’s!1 In the evening helped at Pageant at Allied Bazaar — a most pitiful degrading affair. Note. Never again have any connection with pageants.

Breakfast early and then to work on letters to Volkert and Fox Strangways, to Clayton concerning publication of Running Set, and finally to work on draft of application to Carnegie Institution of Washington. I finished the letters and got Maud to type them and made a big hole in the Carnegie draft. At 2 we lunched with Charlotte and Ruth Deane at 57th Street and had a very nice time there talking seriously and joking. Then we went to Seville Hotel to see Miss Leslie but missed her. On the way home I called on Whiting and asked him to lunch with me tomorrow at 1.15. On our return Miss Leslie called & gave me cards of introduction to people interested in Newfoundland. She sails for France tomorrow. In the evening Maud stood me a dinner — Thanksgiving dinner — for it is Thanksgiving Day — at Henri’s. Rabold came in after dinner & we talked till very late.

Early breakfast once again and then to work to finish off draft of Carnegie document. While Maud was typing it I got Gray to look through and sanction my letter to Clayton and then went on to Putnams on business. Whiting came to lunch and I had a nice talk with him but Madewell, I am sorry to say, didn’t turn up. In the afternoon I wrote several letters including a long one to Constance, and one to Frankland King ordering more MS music books. Met Glenn at Century club at 6 p.m. and discussed Carnegie draft. Charlotte came and dined with us at 43rd St[reet] restaurant. After dinner I wrote 8 or 9 more letters, mainly notes of thanks to dancers of Running Set and Bazaar shows. A very busy and tiring day. Weather quite warm and becoming rainy in the evening with S.E. wind.

Breakfasted by myself again! Maud & Rabold came in later on. I went on with Carnegie Draft and made out lists of titles and books. Then went out to call on Whiting and get him to come here & lunch with Madewell. Did some shopping with Maud — took list to Putnams to send out folders. Back home and started packing again — a most gruesome business. Maud & Charlotte went off to lunch and I entertained Whiting & Madewell. I like latter best — the former is too beastly respectable & sunk in Academism! After rest went round with Maud & Charlotte to Rabolds to have tea with him, Gowing & Gilmans. I played any number of folksongs from Ditson book — the sound of the piano under my fingers makes me tingle all over as I hardly ever touch an instrument nowadays. Then Maud Charlotte and I dined at the Fermery, back home to finish off miserable packing — the usual difficulty in arranging what to take & what to leave. Very wet night, but clear this morning & all day warm.

Breakfast fairly early. Settled up things & caught 10 train for Boston. I got off at New Haven to meet Bradley while Maud went straight on. I shall never forget the wind, strong & cutting, regular Boston blast! We lunched and talked at length and then I caught 3 train back. Of course it was very late and I didn’t get in till 7.45, still very cold as carriages only half-heated. Mrs Storrow & Maud met me. We motored to Beacon Street and dined. Mrs S well but a very poor report about lectures — I am afraid I shall have a very small contingent to talk to. Mrs S motored us to our hotel the Bellevue in bitter weather. I was awfully tired — quite done up, as a matter of fact — and glad to be at the end of my long journey. Hotel fair but not very comfortable rooms. Try & get better ones tomorrow.

Breakfast at Hotel, very indifferent food — bad prunes, indifferent marmalade and undrinkable tea! and the charge 85 cents just preposterous! Took my watch to be cleaned and borrowed one in the meantime from watch maker. We lunched at Mary & Elizabeth and then went to classes 2- 5. I lectured 2-3, folk singing 3-30, dancing till 5. Only about a dozen people there! We went to tea with Peggy [Scovill] at Copley Plaza hotel and had a nice rest there. Then to Mrs Storrow’s for dinner and home at once to work at my application to the Carnegie Institute Washington. Glenn sent back my draft in the morning and it became necessary to alter & amplify. I worked at it till 11 when Maud returned after taking a class for Lily at School. I got on pretty well at the letter but there will be a lot for both of us to do tomorrow morning.

After Breakfast telephoned Kittredge and arranged to dine together tomorrow night. Then to work at letter. We got it done by the skin of our teeth by 12.30, though Maud had not by then finished all the typing. We lunched and I walked down to Boston University for my classes. Mrs Storrow was there and I lectured again & went through similar programme. Maud joined us at 3.30 having finished & posted letter — good luck to it. After class had tea with Peggy [Scovill] at Copley Plaza then repaired to the Lennox to meet Miss Mary Stone of Hindman with whom I dined. I then went on to Lily’s school, saw part of morris class taken by Maud and afterwards took C[ountry] D[ance] class. Tried to teach Poole’s Hole but too difficult. Then gave them The Health and [....?] Church Bells & revised Picking up Sticks. Got home at 11 thoroughly tired out — a very long & arduous day!

Telephoned Kittredge and arranged to meet him at 7 at Adams House. Worked at Running Set in the morning, lunched at Mary Elizabeth, rested afterwards, wrote several letters and then went to Adams House. Had a long & very pleasant chat with Kittredge, first at dinner then in my rooms (Maud dining at Mrs Storrows with Lily & Dick Conant). I like K[ittredge] very much and our talk was most illuminating and interesting. He is very weak of course on the music side and knows it, but he certainly has a lot of knowledge about the literary side, song books, broadsides etc. I sang him several tunes and he promised to take me to the Harvard Library tomorrow morning and introduce me to the chief people there. A very interesting evening on the whole. No classes to day or tomorrow.

Wrote many letters in the morning to Alp[honso] Smith, Gummere etc in reply to congratulatory letters — and worked at my Running Set. Then to Harvard Library with Kittredge where I spent a very pleasant morning. The library is a wonderful place very well laid out & organized. Will be a nice place to work at when I want to make notes for my third book. Mrs Coolidge lunched with us at Mary & Elizabeth. After a rest I wrote several letters, went out to buy a pipe & some tobacco, dressed & walked to Mrs Storrow’s for dinner. Spent a quiet evening with her — the first quiet talk I have had with her for a long while. Walked home between 10 & 11 in very cold weather. Weather fairly good, cold but bearable because not windy. It is the wind here which does for me!

Began the Running Set after breakfast but could not make much of it. The first part of it will be very difficult. However, I did something. Also wrote to Constance. Mrs Gibbs lunched with us and promised to try & work the Running Set. I took all three classes myself at the University as Maud was away at a School. I got through all right and did not get so tired as I expected. Directly afterwards I went to the Author’s[?] Club and talked about mountain songs for 20 minutes or so. Then home. We had dinner here at the hotel and it was not very nice. A quiet evening when I wrote to Tolman, Baskervill and Gummere, asking first and last to put in a good word for me at Washington if they had a chance and conscience permitted!

Began the technical parts of the book, settled the form of it with Maud. Early off to the University to begin at 10. Had quite a large class! and rather a successful one. Back to lunch at Mary Elizabeth and rest. Then to E.F.D.S. School to take rehearsal of Running Set. Miss Boler & Mr Meares are quite good. Practised from 4.30-6.30. Then back again in a real Blizzard, very slippery, windy, went to Parker House to dinner which was anything but nice — common company & indifferent cooking with negro waiters. Quiet evening writing letters etc & early to bed.

Breakfasted at Hotel — not very nice. Then started on technical part of book after settling the forms of Figure description and Notation. Got on pretty well and worked till 1 when we went downstairs for lunch — the Mary Elizabeth closed on Sundays. After a rest went off by trolley & train to West Medford where we had supper. I played several of my new accompaniments and these they seemed to like. Mr Williams whom I met there before very kindly motored us back. I was very nervous as the streets were very dangerous. It thawed last night and then froze hard again. It took us several minutes to walk from the trolley to the Coolidge’s house a matter of 50 yards or so! Got back about 10.30 very cold indeed.

Weather colder than ever! We are evidently in for a cold spell — very unusual so early in the winter. Thermometer down to 17 when we went out to Breakfast at Mary Elizabeths. Worked at book all the morning. Took my classes at University 2-5 then straight off to E.F.D.S. rooms to take rehearsal of Running Set from 5.15-6.45. It will go quite well, perhaps better than at N[ew] York. Dined with Lily & Mrs Gibbs and then Maud and I took class of 4 people — afterwards reduced to 3 — in C[ountry] dancing. A real grind to get through the 1_ hours. Back by trolley to Hotel nearly frozen on the way. The weather is very trying indeed and I long for a break but there are no signs of one at present.

Thermometer down to 14 this morning and it doesn’t rise higher than 22 in the middle of the day though sun shining. I see it is 15 below zero at Cincinnati so we are a bit better off here. Worked at book all the morning. Lunched at Mary Elizabeth, Lily Roberts joining us. Took classes at University 2-5 then back to Copley Plaza Hotel with Peggy Scovill for tea and later on an early dinner. Maud & Peggy went to E.F.D.S. school at 7. I joined them at 7.45 and then took C[ountry] D[ance] class from 8-9.30. Peggy motored us back to Hotel in an open vehicle — nearly did for me, my ears tingle now, half an hour later. It is going to be a fierce night and I am not looking forward to it.

Wrote hard at the Running Set all the morning until 11.30 when Maud and I went out and bought a nice gold wrist watch for Lily by way of a wedding present — 45 dollars. I came back and worked till 1, when I joined Maud at the Mary & Elizabeth where we lunched Peggy Scovill. Had a nice talk with her. I came home and rested had some tea, and then dressed — full evening figs, white waistcoat etc — had dinner downstairs and then went in William’s motor to the Coolidge’s. A very cold slippery and nerve wracking journey! Lectured quite well I think to rather an interesting audience, sang a lot of songs and pleased most of the guests I think. The Coolidge’s were very grateful I am sure though they were far from overwhelming me with gratitude which was nice. Came home in heavy snowstorm by Trolley — couldn’t stand a second edition of the motor experience. Milk and bed!

Worked all the morning at my book, and then Rabold turned up at 12.30 and we went out to lunch at usual place and entertained Henry F. Gilbert the musician. He is a curious sort of fellow, not very attractive, rather unkempt dirty and apparently bibulous. But he talked well and is of course a very good musician. Maud went on with Rabold to buy me a tie for Saturday and to get my watch from the watchmaker while I went to Mrs Storrow to meet Miss Hewitt and give her a lesson. Returned at 6 and prepared for dinner at Univer[sity?] Club with Charles Peabody. Met Miss Sophie Hart a Wellesley Professor now enjoying her sabbatical year — rather liked her though she seemed at first very stiff and school-marmish! Then to C[ountry[ D[ance] Party of Boston Centre which I controlled[?] and at which we did the Running Set fairly well. Home about 10.45, very tired.

Soon after breakfast, after working at my book, went round to Mrs Storrows where I again met Miss Hewitt and gave her a lesson. Stayed to lunch with Mrs Storrow but saw very little of her as she had guests, Mrs Osburne and her husband a Lieut[enant] in the army. Went on to University where I took my classes as usual. We finished up at 5 p.m. with the Running Set done for Mrs Storrow special benefit. Back home again for a half hour’s rest and then went off to Adams House to entertain Kittredge at dinner — a very jolly but expensive evening, costing me 8 dollars and a half! What a country this is for getting rid of one’s money! Came home at 10 p.m. glad to get to bed fairly early.

Feeling very tired and after arraying myself in wedding garments — mainly a new tie and clean spats! — went off to the University for the last set of classes 10-1. Then got into Peggy Scovill’s motor and with Maud, Rabold & Peggy drove out to Lincoln for Lily’s wedding.1 After sundry adventures arrived just in time for the ceremony. Maud had a renovated wedding dress and Lily was resplendent in white silk veil and orange blossom. I gave her away and Maud was her solitary bridesmaid. It all went off very well and we got away about 5. I got home at 6.30 pretty nearly dead with fatigue. A quiet dinner of very indifferent food downstairs — much packing and then bed between 10 and 11. Glad the week is over — it has been rather a strain.

Breakfasted by myself this morning as Maud was not very well and preferred to have coffee only in her room. We settled up and left by 10 train for N[ew] York which arrived soon after 4. We are both pretty well done up with the work & excitements of the last few days and glad to be back with a prospect of a little quiet and surcease from classes. Telephoned Glenn on arrival but found he was in bed with a cold. Am dining with them tomorrow night and to a lecture at Cosmopolitan Club afterwards. Had dinner downstairs — very nice food after the Bellevue Cookshop! Have just written several letters, Bradley, Romeicke, Lewisohn Miss Flanders etc. Have a long letter from Miss Boutelle to reply to. Charlotte Foss is coming to lunch tomorrow.

Went to Hotel Lorraine at 10 a.m. to see Woodward of the Carnegie Institute at his request about my application. He at once told me that his Board had voted against me. What on earth he wrote as he did to me and then asked me to call on him to tell me this news I cannot imagine, unless he wanted to impress me with his grandeur. I found him a very self- sufficient ignorant person who talked about Anthropology and other ologies with evident pleasure but with little or no understanding. He is an egregious ass, exactly the type of man who gets into positions such as the one he holds. He might do as Chairman of the School Board of Little Puddleton but nothing higher. He told me that they disbursed no less than 800,000 dollars a year, which drew from me the remark that it was surprising they were able to find 160,000 cases as worthy or more worthy than mine! In the evening M[aud] & I dined at the Glenns and told John M. all about the interview. He did his best to stand up for Woodward but he had a poor brief and couldn’t make much of a defence. Mrs Glenn afterwards took us to a lecture by Dr Waistow[?] at Cosmopolitan Club.

Tried to work at my book — R[unning] Set — in the morning but was very depressed over the failure of the Carnegie business and found it practically impossible to concentrate myself. Went to lunch with the Gilman’s and had a nice and long talk with them afterwards which cheered me up. After rest and tea, worked further further at my book but still without doing any good. Then walked round to Charlotte Foss’s to dinner despite the state of the streets which is really terrible. Dined with her and Ruth Deane and then all four of us went to the Ethical School to the N[ew] Y[ork] centre evening. I taught two dances, the Whim and Hit & Miss and did my best to buck them up and make them dance decently. There were a lot of people there but for the most part they dance very badly though they seem to enjoy themselves.

Got along rather better at my book in the morning and wrote on pretty steadily till one o’clock. Then went out to lunch at P[lum] P[udding] shop having asked Norah Jervis to meet us there. Not a very exciting talk but pleasant enough for all that. After a short rest had a cup of tea & went round to Gilman Studio at 4. We did some show dances to the class and I afterwards taught them one or two. Miss Kilborn sang some of my songs and carols. The Gilmans & Charlotte dined with us at Peg Woffington’s and then Maud & I went on to Rabold’s party — the Bingham’s Madewell Ferriere[?] etc. Quite a nice evening, much singing etc and quite of the best, but all folk-music. Miss Kilborn again sang quite a lot of songs. She has improved very much but I am not very fond of her voice and her vowel sounds are horrible at times. Got home shortly before midnight.

Did plenty of good work at my book and started on the Introduction. Worked hard all the morning except for a quick visit to Putnams. Lunched downstairs and then rested. After tea worked again at my book and then dressed to dine at the Dyneley Prince’s (131 East 69th) and go to the Opera afterwards. A pleasant dinner sitting between Mrs Prince and Mrs Elliot the latter rather a grand lady, befurred & bediamonded. Williams Water Commission there also. Then we taxi’d to the opera to hear Carmen1 with Caruso. Caruso is just a sentimental ordinary minded person with a natural organ which he has done his best to spoil. I liked the singing of Miss Peterson presumably a Scandinavian. Interested in the music, nine tenths of which is just manufactured although cleverly so in most cases. The well known melodies are fine. Got home shortly before midnight.

Worked at my book all the morning. Am getting on with it by degrees quite well. Maud lunched with Charlotte, Norah [Jervis] etc and I lunched by myself at City Club after trying in vain to get hold of some Irish or Scottish Jigs at Schirmers. Rested and then after writing some letters had tea with Bradley up in my room. Discussed the Carnegie situation and he promised to push the Yale people as strongly as he could. Had a very pleasant talk with him and was sorry that he had to leave to catch the 6 train. Then I wrote some more letters including a long one to Constance. I got a letter from her this afternoon — the third this week — about financial matters which depressed me terribly now that my prospects of helping them at home have dropped to zero! Rabold called at 6.45 and we all went out to lunch at Peg Woffingtons. He came back and read some of my descriptions in the R[unning] Set & seemed to approve.

Worked hard at the R[unning] Set all the morning till lunch time. Maud went out to the Gilmans to meal with them; I waited behind to entertain Aldrich who had promised to lunch with me, but he never turned up so I had to eat by myself. After tea Maud and I walked down to Glenns to return one paper he had lent me and to give him a copy of the New Statesman. It was bitterly cold again (after two warm days!) but we walked briskly and managed to keep fairly warm. Bought Butler’s note books for Joaney & sent it off and a copy of Erewhon for a Xmas present to Susan Gilman.1 Dined at Old English place and then spent the evening writing at my book. There is a great deal yet to be done with the Introduction, but I have finished the technical part of it. Have got a reservation on the 2 p.m. train for Chicago on New Year’s day. Trains very crowded just now.

Worked all the morning but didn’t do much — an fairly stuck in that beastly Introduction. If I write it many times more I shall be as bad as Plato and deserve Butler’s strictures!1 Lunched with Glenn and had a nice time, singing a couple of songs afterwards and discussing English politics with him. Mrs Glenn very nicely asked us to use her house for lunch every day the school is on which touched me very much. I shall take her at her word. Mrs Clapp came to tea — Maud made it in my room — and sang the Bonnie House of Airlie — not a very remarkable tune. Then Maud and I dined at the Brevoort Hotel and went to the neighbouring theatre — the Lewisohn’s having given us tickets. We arrived rather late having lost ourselves on the way! The play was Pippa Passes.1 It came off better on the stage than I had expected. The scenes were pretty and the acting good. But I shall never get used to stage elocution. The perpetual sing-song, the voice wandering aimlessly up & down the scale irritates me — I suppose because it is meaningless — a mere trick, like the [....?] "rubato".

Wrote letters and finished up MSS of Running Set — all except the Introduction. This I took round to Gray who will send it to press at once. Discussed with him the question of the music. Then to the Public Library to look up some tunes. Took down half a dozen or so. Lunched with Maud at a new and very indifferent place in 46th Street. We meant to go to the Seven Candles but I barged into the wrong place next door before Maud who was very annoyed (naturally) could stop me. After a rest had tea then walked down 5th Ave[nue]. Maud bought me a nice pair of warm gloves and I gave her a pound of Marsh Mallows — good ones. Then we went out at 7 to the seven candles which this time I hit off penitently! It is a nice place only recently opened, clean, good attendance and not dearer than anywhere else. Wrote a lot of letters in the evening, to Geoffrey Shaw, Schirmer, Miss Perrin, Miss Lewisohn etc.

The second Xmas day I have spent in America! Warm and raining. Spent morning in Rabold’s studio harmonizing tunes I got from the Library yesterday — Rabold being away. Lunched in our rooms Maud making me some canned soup! After tea — also in our rooms — I had another go at my Introduction which is at last beginning to take some shape. Then we determined to let ourselves go and have a real blow out and an orthodox Xmas dinner downstairs regardless of expense. So we had Turkey with cranberry sauce, potatoes & turnips, plum pudding, coffee and (I only) an appricotine[?] liqueur. Imagine our surprise when the waiter refused to hand me the usual bill saying Mr Case made us a present of our dinners as an Xmas greeting. This is nice indeed[?]! Had we been less greedy and more economical we should never have forgiven ourselves!

Got up early, breakfast at 7.45, then took our boxes etc in a taxi, called for Miss Gilman who brought her swords etc and went to Washington Irving High School to begin our 4 days session. Found more students than we had expected — about 40 or more for the full course and nearly 30 for the special C[ountry] D[ance] class. Found it very exhausting 9.30-1 and 2- 4.30! Lunched at a wretched place close by Gramercy Square. Got home to tea after calling upon Schirmers. Rested & then went out to dinner at 7 candles, Rabold as our guest. He came back here afterwards and we talked till 10 when he went & we prepared for bed. On the whole a very satisfactory day if a very exhausting one. Weather very cold again but beautifully clear & fresh with very little wind. A wonderful climate.

More or less a duplicate of yesterday. Got through the school all right with rather less strain than yesterday. Lunched at the Glenn’s, Miss Burns, Mr G’s sister entertaining us. Home to tea rested for an hour — went fast asleep — then to 7 Candles in 46th St[reet] to entertain Peggy Scovill at dinner. She returned with us and I afterwards saw her home to the Biltmore. Gave her Miss Daking’s second letter to read. She is inclined to help us in the matter of sending swords to France but thinks it may be a means of interesting Mrs Scovill in the movement and is therefore going to ask her to pay for the swords.1 Peggy is really an interesting person. Very backward in her development owing to the systematic repression on the part of her mother, but naturally rather keen witted. For the first time in her life getting some enjoyment out of life. Very keen about our movement. I like her.

Maud went off at 8.30 to give a private lesson to Miss Darling, I followed half an hour later. Went out in ordinary overcoat as lift-boy said it was muggy. It wasn’t very cold but got rapidly colder as day wore on and in evening was quite fierce. Usual classes. The Bingham’s etc came in in the afternoon to my lecture & Maud danced to them afterwards. Everything goes well but it was a great strain taking so many classes in a large room, especially on my voice. Expected Bradley to dine with us — I told him I was engaged all day and evening my only free time, so it was annoying on my return to Hotel to fine he had telephoned to us to lunch with him — which of course we couldn’t do — and left no address. So I am afraid I shan’t see him now before my departure to Chicago on Tuesday. In the evening we dined downstairs — it was too cold to go out — and spent a quiet evening. I wrote a long letter to Joaney and one to Miss Hewitt also. Shall be glad when tomorrow is over.

Cold and snowing. Thermometer in the neighbourhood of zero. Rather small classes to start with but filled up to normal as day went on. Had a large number at class for lecture in the evening. Then had a business talk with Miss Beiderhaze. Receipts 426 dollars. Expenses heavy. She took 50 for her share, kept 50 for Society and paid Rabold>, leaving 145 only for Maudie and me. A great disappointment after such very strenuous work. We shall never make money in this country as in all such encounters as we had to day with Miss BeiderhazeI am sure to come off second best! Dined at 7 candles with Peggy, Rabold> and the Gilmans — a really pleasant symposium. They are real friends amongst the best I have made here. Almost as pleasant a symposium to follow at the Bingham’s where we met Monsieur Bonnet the well known Paris organist. He was immensely taken with our songs — made me play Ship in Distress twice. Very cold coming home — below zero.

9 o’clock breakfast, a relief not to have to get up early and trait off to the classes. But so cold at breakfast, the thermometer registering 9 points below zero, the coldest day recorded for many years. Maud wisely stuck in bed till 10 or 10.30! Wrote at my desk all the morning & then to lunch with the Dyneley Prince’s, meeting Mr Carolan & Chancellor Lewis & their wives. During the first part of lunch all six talked at the top of their voices so that I could not hear and wondered whether I were in a savage or civilised country! This is not by any means unusual but it shows at its worst among the smart or would-be smart people. Home at 4.30 to tea, nearly frozen walking from the trolley — the cold is incredible, I have never felt anything like it. It hurts me most in the eyes and forehead immediately above the eyes. Rabold> dined with us downstairs and I wrote letters in the evening to Mrs Callery, Mrs Storrow, Aldrich and Bradley.

Wrote at my desk till 11 then went to Library and copied out some jig tunes from Petrie.1 Lunched with M[aud] at 7 Candles. After a rest packed for the morrow. Rabold came to tea then I arranged my papers, went out & bought some tobacco then on to the Gilmans where we had a farewell party, the Gilmans, Peggy Scovill and ourselves. Just before going there got a letter from Bradley plainly indicating that I have nothing to expect from Yale — nor I am convinced from any other quarter in this philistine country. This is merely a material, moneyed place. There is more money in it than any other spot on the Globe but it is only for those who are interested in money, and those who spend it spend it on something material and concrete. It will be many generations before an American will give money to anything so abstract as folk-music. He will endow an orchestra because he can see and hear it, or found a music school because that will teach people, not music, but how to make a living out of it. He will found a College because he can see it, the bricks and mortar and his name over the doorway, and moreover[?] the College will fit people not to love learning or anything for its own sake but to make money. It is a gloomy outlook for us all and certainly for me and mine and my country. And so far as I can see there seems no prospect of 1918 dissolving the gloom.

Special Classes end Tuesday Feb 12 Offers Urbana Feb 13 — 23 Detroit [do] 26 — Mch 2 Urbana March 3 — Mch 9