Have heard a faint locust-like sound from crickets a week or two. In the midst of July heat and drought. The season is trivial as noon. I hear the hot-weather and noonday birds,—red-eye, tanager, wood pewee, etc. Plants are curled and withered. The leaves dry, ripe like the berries . . . Polygonum Hydropiper at Baker Swamp . . . Boys go after the cows now about 5.30 o’clock . . .