low and overflows above ground, making a two-storied stream.
It is very broad and shallow at that place, and beautifully clear.
It would be a charming place for a boating excursion because the water is not deep enough to drown anybody if they should fall overboard-but if the bottom should drop out of the road, as sometimes happens in this limestone country, where in the name of heaven would we go to?
Sister and I spent the evening at Mrs. Robert Bacon's. The Camps, the Edwin Bacons, Capt. Wynne, and Mrs. Westmoreland were there.
We enjoyed ourselves so much that we didn't break up till one o'clock Sunday morning. Mrs. Westmoreland says she gave Capt. Sailes a letter of introduction to me, thinking I had gone back to Washington.
He and John Garnett, one of our far-off Virginia cousins, have been transferred there.
Feb. 12, Sunday
Spring is already breaking in this heavenly climate, and the weather has been lovely to-day.
The yellow jessamine buds begin to show their go