I have not much of an account to give of this day inasmuch as no labourer ever worked harder for his day’s wages than I did. This was the last day for the carting of gravel and I was so anxious to have it finished that I gave it all my personal superintendance. The day was very fine and so cool as to make work of this sort not unpleasant, besides giving me an appetite such as hard labour alone produces.

John Quincy and Joseph H. Adams dined with us, the party from that house having postponed their departure until tomorrow. I felt thoroughly fatigued and therefore did not follow up my work so assiduously, but I finished Ross and have now a general view of my materials, so that my first draft will now soon be done.