June 22, 1891. England.
(no 3)
Chester - Clear and warm. Evening cool with light breeze.
  I left Liverpool for Chester by the 5 P.M. train.
After passing through a succession of tunnels and a 
wide belt of suburbs we were at length fairly in the
country and I had my first sight at English
fields, meadows, woods, lanes and hills. The field was
far more extensive than I had expected and reminded
me somewhat of those in our Connecticut valley but
everything was really very different. There were great
stretches of mowing alternating with grain and potato
fields. The grass in the mowing fields is unlike ours
It is shorter, finer, and much denser, more like the
firm fur-like grass of our salt marshes but taller
than this. It was almost wholly free from weeds
although I saw a little white-weed in places and
some remarkably tall sorrel. There were occasional
patches of wild mustard in the oak fields.
  The railroad embankments were all covered with
grass like the fields, no bare sandy or clayey banks
as at home. Wild parsnip, red clover, English daisies
and birds'-foot trefoil in bloom in great profusion
on all these slopes.
  Birds were flying about over these fields, nearly
all total strangers to me. One, mounting with morning
flight I took for a Skylark. Others in flocks
about cattle in pastures were perhaps Starlings
A big-headed Plover-like bird sitting alone in the
middle of a field was probably a [?]opwing. I recognized
positively the Blackbird, Rook, Chimney Swallow, and 
Swift. Once the train stopped & I heard strange
bird voices on all sides in the hedge-rows. During