Concord, Mass.
1893  
April 11
(no 3)  
  After tea I walked down the road to Red Bridge.
Robins were singing freely in every direction but
I heard nothing else  saw our Song Sparrow. This
is the rule at this season it being the same
exception for Bluebirds, Sparrows etc. to sing much
at evening.
  As I was crossing the bridge I heard a Snipe                      
rise scaiping from Hudson's meadow and then
another and another. Their cries indicated plainly
enough that they rose to a considerable height and
made off over the hills to the N.E. as the evening
was perfectly still and very warm. I was surprised
that none of them drummed but on thinking
the matter over I came to the conclusion that
many left the place altogether and started on an
extended southward flight. I afterwards went
out on the meadow but neither saw nor
heard any more Snipe. It was almost dark at
the time!
[margin]Wilson's Snipe[/margin]
  Only two or three Hylas were peeping but the
Wood Frogs were making a deafening clamor in             
the swampy birch & maple woods towards town.
Then the sweet-toned bell of the town clock struck
seven and I turned back. As I neared the 
bridge a Musk Rat cut a silvery furrow across
the channel of the swollen & swiftly flowing
river.
[margin]Wood Frogs[/margin]