Very hot. Our streets are deserted. An occasional Rebel is seen just a few stragglers. A Rebel soldier riding up Market Street was fired upon by Wm. Etter, one of our citizens. We feared a reprisal for this sort of thing and put a stop to it. We see more and more deserters. The town being clear of Rebels, the doors are opening again to promenading females. Nothing can stop them, many of them show little respect for their character and standing. They expose themselves, as if intentional, to be out late at night unprotected.