Jervis McEntee Diaries: September 9, 1884

Tuesday, Sept 9, 1884 It must have been the very hottest day of the season. I have literally done nothing but try to keep cool. A telegram came from Eastman from N. Y. about 2 o'clock asking if I were at home to a caller on his way West. Answered "yes. Let me know when and where to meet you" When the 6 o'clock H. R. train was in sight the telegraph messenger brought me a dispatch from him, saying he would come in that train. Tom harnessed the horse and Girard who was here drove down and brought him up. He was glad enough to get up from the city where he was nearly roasted. We sat on the front porch and talked until midnight.

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