Quite a pretty day. The ploughmen seem to be getting on finely. Walked to the wood pile where Mason was cutting wood in the absence of Bill, who had walked to Mrs. McGeorge’s to look for my turkeys. Instructed Mason where to commence the next piece of grubbing. Bill returned to breakfast. No tidings from my turkeys, except that they had been there during the week, but they could give no farther account of them. I then wrote a note and sent Tom to the two Mr. Garretts, but heard nothing from them. I reckon I may as well give them up. – – Commenced a letter to Zac this morning.