1891. 
July 13-16
England.
St. Ives, Cornwall.  These four days were exactly like one
another as far as weather was concerned; uniformly clear
skies, a light N.E. breeze, the sun very hot at noonday,
the nights refreshingly cool. As a rule there was much
soft haze veiling the costs on the further side of the 
bay.
  On the morning of the 14th I spent an hour in
an extremely picturesque glen which forms a part of
the exterior grounds belonging to the Tregenna Castle
Hotel. There are several acres of oak woods with a 
narrow, deep ravine the banks of which are covered
with a profusion of ferns and wild flowers the bottom
forming the course of a clear brook. This ravine is
bridged in several places by mossy old logs and
the trunks of the oaks are very generally clothed
with ivy while the ground beneath sustains a rank
growth of ferns and nettles. Save for a few narrow 
gravel paths which wind through this place it is
nearly as wild and uncared for as one of our
New England glens. I found it swarming with birds
chiefly Warblers, Blue Tits, Robins and Wrens with 
a few Blackbirds and Throstles and a Spotted Flycatcher
the last, as well as at least one pair of Robins, busily
engaged feeding young on wing.
  One of the Throstles sang a little in a half-hearted
way but the Wrens were the in full song, at least
three males, one talking up the strain as soon
as another ceased. As I watched them dodging
in and out under the steep banks and creeping
morose-like among the ferns and crumbling
logs or singing on the prong of some dead