About 9 a.m. the last of the train went away leaving me to take care of McColm until he shall be able to go, too. He is improving rapidly. I wrote several letters today and as McColm did not need me constantly, I lounged about town for a while. When about to return to my boarding house I met Walton who informed me that in going down a hill the mules driven by Shade Dugan had run away - that the wagon had been upset, and the bed and bows broken and one wheel rendered entirely useless, and that all the wagon makers in the company were at work to repair damages. He went to my lodgings, lounged and slept awhile and the left saying he was going to camp.
Cholera reports numerous.
Nothing else of interest.