The sun’s disk is seen round and red for a long distance above the horizon, through the thick but cloudless atmosphere, threatening heat,—hot, dry weather . . .

  P.M.—To Poorhouse Pasture . . .

  It is very still and sultry this afternoon, at 6 P.M. even. I cannot even sit down in the pasture for want of air, but must keep up and moving, else I should suffocate. Thermometer ninety-seven and ninety-eight to-day . . .