Wednesday, 9 July, 1828

Morning clear and beautiful. Soon on the road to see the patient requested in my absence yesterday. He had been seen by Gage. Fell from the fence, with a harvest cradle in his hand and cut the calf of the leg quite to the bone, and vidide the great artery there situated, which at the time Gage saw was fast bleeding him to death, and he never attempted to take up the bleeding vessel but merely filled up the wound with sponge and bound it up tight, which left a constant drain of blood from the system. I found him as pale as the paper on which I write and a constant unsatiable thirst for water, and evidently fast approaching desolution. And in a few hours died. The reflection of this case gave me much pain, as a fellow creature might possibly been saved from death. he was the father of several children and in low circumstances, they require his assistance. Here I was like to have been precipitate into eternity. I was riding very fast in order to reach the man as an express had met me on the road, when my horse fell and hurt me very much; indeed, it was for some time I cold scarcely draw my breath. And now I have every two minutes to fetch a deep sigh in order to feel confortable. Never ride immoderately fast. A regular steady gait is much the quickest. Safe and free from danger. If you wish to get to a place speedily, be steady and constant.