I rested right well last night. Bake slept upstairs with Mag. – – Hill came down this morning to spend the day. Hardie sent a note by Tom to ascertain about getting the wagon to go to Richmond tomorrow morning. I went with her down to fix up some butter and other thing to carry over, a tin bucket, a stone jar and pitcher filled. She then had a bushel of flour measured for her. Counted out about 50 herrings and ½ doz. shad and a doz. pieces roe and some other little things. – – Hardie had Duroc and Shakespeare harnessed, and his Uncle Hill and himself rode one a piece in order to bring the wagon down. He brought some ice for Pigeo and a message from his Aunt Rose about coming down in a day or two. – – Bill had a chill about 12.