CHAP. I.] CLIMATE, SEASONS, &C. 23 



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 1817. 



June 15. Rain all day. 



16. Fine, beautiful day. Never saw 

 such fine weather. Not a morsel 

 of dirt. The ground sucks up all. 

 I walk about and work in the land 

 in shoes made of deer-skin. They 

 are dressed white, like breeches- 

 leather. 1 began to leave off my 

 coat to day, and do not expect to 

 put it on again till October. My 

 hat is a white chip, with broad 

 brims. Never better health. 



17. Fine day. The partridges (miscalled 

 quails) begin to sit. The orchard 

 full of birds' nests ; and, amongst 

 others, a dove is sitting on her eggs 

 in an apple tree. 



18. Fine day. Green peas fit to gather 

 in pretty early gardens, though only 

 of the common hotspur sort. May- 

 duke cherries begin to be ripe. 



19. Fine day. But, now comes my 



alarm! The musquitoes, and, still 

 worse, the common house-fly, which 

 used to plague us so in Pennsylvania, 

 and which were the only things I ever 

 disliked belonging to the climate of 

 America. Musquitoes are bred in 

 stagnant tvater, of which here is none. 



