1893
March 31
Concord, Mass.
  Clear and cool with a blustering N. W. wind
which sank to a pleasant breeze in the afternoon
and died away wholly at sunset.
  I came to Concord yesterday by the 4.25 P.M.
train from Boston and passed the night at
the Buttricks'. As I walked across the causeway
from the Lowell Station a strong, chill, S.W. wind
was blowing and the sky was gray and lowering.
No birds were singing and I saw nothing but
a few Song Sparrows in the bushes by the roadside
and a Robin perched on an apple tree. The river
was entirely free from ice and all over the meadows 
but not nearly so high as it often is at this season. 
  When I awoke this morning the sky was cloudless,
the air still and frosty and the wind not
yet risen. Bluebirds and Song Sparrows were singing
on every side and I could hear Red-wings in
the distance towards the river. It was such a 
concert as one must now go well away from
the cities to hear. Robins were calling but none
sang. 
  After breakfast I launched my small open
canoe and started for Ball's Hill, Pat & George
following in the former's boat. The wind had
now some up and ruffed the deep blue water
and whistled through the bare tree tops in
true March style. A few Bluebirds & Song Sparrows
were singing near the landing but I heard nothing below.