The day was cold and stormy. I was engaged in directing the setting of the rest of the fence in the yard which has been so long delayed, but being informed that my mother was taken unwell and hence there was no probability of her departure, I went in to see her and decided to send directly over for Holbrook. Of course this made a postponement of our departure necessary. Things begin to look so cheerless now that my Wife grows a little impatient, as well as the other members of the family. The Dr. said her case was a bad one and left pretty active medicine.

In the afternoon I rode to town. Surprised to find the Streets filled with people, who were out to witness the reception by the Governor of a deputation of the Sacs and Foxes travelling this way. The sight of an Indian in his native dress is a novelty here, and it would be difficult to imagine the eagerness of the community to witness it. I could not easily get to my house and this was only when they were moving off in barouches.1

Found my children well and happy, and put a couple of letters into the Post Office for Mr. Johnson and my father.2 This being my end in coming, I returned when it was accomplished. Got home at 8 and quiet eve.