I bought a knife for 50 cts.—2 1/2 days of plodding in the fields.
August 13
Another 6 days of plodding are over. I'm real glad when Sunday comes. I'm tired up to here for the whole week. This week we harvested and tied corn and had pretty bad meals. Only on Saturday we got back to work for our old lord.
What I regret most is being with the Croats—they're worse than animals. The French tell us about big defeats of the Austrians; in Galicia; they say General Bothner gave up with an entire corps.
We got paid for 9 days—Fr.1.80.
August 15
The Day of Our Lady. No work; going to a service. The way local people look at us really annoys me. They're not bad. They want to talk to us and offer us snuff and cigarettes. A strange habit in progressive France—boys from about 14 or 15 all have their own snuff boxes, and they use snuff. Girls from 7 years up wear laced corselets and wooden shoes.
August 20
Sunday. We love to rest. Worked with thresher for 2 days. Much work and much food, much wine, and that counts.
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