June 22.

Thought I know what heat was. I never did before. Cash took a
bath. It was his first. Burros did not come to water. Cash and I
tried to sleep on kitchen roof but the darned mosquitoes fed up
on us and then played heavenly choir all night.

June 25.

Cash got back from Bend. Thumb is better and he can have this
job any time now. He hustled up a widow that made a couple of
mosquito bags to go over our heads. No shape (bags, not widow)
but help keep flies and mosquitoes from chewing on us all day and
all night. Training for hades. I can stand the heat as well as
the old boy with the pitch-fork. Ain't got used to brimstone yet,
but I'd trade mosquitoes for sulphur smoke and give some boot.
Worried about Cash. He took a bath today again, using water I had
packed for mine. Heat must be getting him.

June 26.

Cash opened up thumb again, trying to brain Pete with rock.
Pete got halfway into kitchen and eat biggest part of a pie I
made. Cash threw jagged rock, hit Pete in side of jaw. Cut big
gash. Swelled now like a punkin. Cash and I tangled over same.
I'm going to quit. I have had enough of this darn country.
Creek's drying up, and mosquitoes have found way to crawl under
bags. Cash wants me to stay till we find good claim, but Cash can
go to thunder.