The autumn was coming on.

The cholera had abated.

The air was cool and fresh.

The country was taking fire from the colors of the changing year.
And I was feeling more rugged than I had ever felt in my life.
As I have said, a college had already been founded in Jacksonville.
Indeed, some years before my coming the one brick building on the campus had been constructed; and before that the log hut, also on the campus, in which the young president and his pretty wife had spent their first winter here in 1829.

Reverdy told me that he had helped to hew and place the logs.