These days are very weary, long, dull, monotonous. Very little energy for work and much too hot to enjoy it. The thermometer mocks us at 117°F; the clouds of dust are an incessant discomfort. I try to take an intelli-gent interest in the detailed descript-tions of Stumboldts travels but find myself in a sweaty slumber after digesting a few pages. The worst of this hot weather is that there is no pleasant prospect of a change; no cooling rains; no hope of re-vigoration in the hills; we must contemplate the sun growing daily more intense in the same cloud-less skies and patiently wait for its gradual decline.
The maximum temperature has not been below 100 since June 5th.