I wore the wool breeches and waistcoat, I have not been that hot in quite some time. I have gained a new respect for the boys in their regimentals.
On Saturday, the girls and I took our trenchers and waited in line for the community meal. As I waited, a wasp flew up the back of my untucked shirt and stung me on the right arm thrice before I could snatch it off!
Needless to say, my arm is still quite swollen and painful. It has been a long time since I was stung by a wasp. As a boy, a cousin and I were playing and disturbed a wasp nest. We could not get away quickly enough!
After supper, the girls and I went down to the water and swam, accompanied by some of the boys. The cool water relieved my arm a bit and served to wash away the sweat of the day.
At the end of the garrison, I gathered the uniform together and marked it all to be placed on the baggage wagon to Niagara in July. I also left my blankets and two trenchers to be taken up as well.
I am very pleased that I did not have to leave the blue box to be placed on the wagon northward. Instead, Ensign Boggs assured me that they will pack the instruments from the fort infirmary.