Transcriber's Note:

While this first entry was saved from damage, a large portion of the entries after it were too water-damaged to decipher. The only thing I was able to make out from  Uncle Heathcliff's journal at this period in his life is the sentence "I'm trying to settle how I shall pay Hindley back. I don't care how long I wait, if I can only do it at last. I hope he will not die before I do!" Written over and over again, taking up three and a half pages.  I fear that my great-uncle may have gone mad.

A Proposal and an Escape

I am alone in the world. Mr. Earnshaw, the only man to ever show me kindness, is dead. 


Hindley is master of Wuthering Heights, and his hatred for me is evident. I fear that, if it weren't for my idiotic luck at catching his slobbering spawn, I would be dead by now. 


And now her. I am in an all-fired rage over the behavior of Ms. Catherine Earnshaw. How dare she say I am not fit to marry HER.  It is by her brother's doing that I am cast so low.She's a bit barmy if she thinks her new-found placidity is anything more than a clever ruse to fool the daft Edgar Linton.


I can no longer reside at Wuthering Heights. I must take my leave of this place immediately. If Edgar has fallen into that barrel of treacle called love, it is his own undoing. I will not stand by and see Catherine's fire burn out. My only hope is that the asphyxiating air of Thrushcross Grange does not end her life.