It snowed about an hour that day.

On the tenth of June, my wife brought in some clothes that had been spread on the ground the night before, which were frozen stiff as in winter.

On the fourth of July, I saw several men pitching quoits in the middle of the day with thick overcoats on, and the sun shining bright at the same time.

A body could not feel very patriotic in such weather.

I often saw men when hoeing corn, stop at the end of a row and get in the sun by a fence to warm themselves.