1893
June 7
Saybrook, Connecticut.
  Clear and cool with high N. W. wind. A fine day for vigorous
exercise but poor bird weather.
[margin]Ingham
Hill[/margin]
  Starting at 8.30 I drove to Ingham Hill about three miles
W. of town sending back the boy & horse. Clark & Faxon walked
keeping along with me most of the way.
  Soon after passing the swamps where we were last evening
we entered the woods and climbed a succession of long, steep
slopes to the summit of a high range of hills where we
emerged into a clearing with a house & orchards. Beyond this
the road descended sharply again to a glen where we began our
day's search for birds & nests. I have not had such a tramp
for years. [delete]as that which followed[/delete] During the forenoon
we were constantly in the woods, searching for Hooded Warblers' 
nests in the Kalmia thickets which filled the hollows &
clothed the sides of the knolls & ridges, following the
edges of swamps where the Louisiana Water Thrush breeds
[delete]& where[/delete] (we saw one pair of these birds with young on wing
& heard the old male sing); climbing steep ledges, & winding
about through dense thickets in every direction. Not once
for more than four hours did we enter an opening of
any size or catch a view of the horizon. We lunched
by a spring on the edge of Pequot Swamp where there
is a stone wall several rods in length supposed to have
been erected by the Indians. After lunch we had the
hardest pull of the day, a scramble of several hundred
yards over big boulders overgrown with gnarled Kalmias
of enormous size with a picturesque cliff rising on our left
& the swamp, with its upturned trees & gloomy reaches
of black, stagnant water, stretching away on the right.
  The country traversed thus far reminded me