1893
June 23
(No 3)
Andover, Conn
  Faxon took a long walk in the afternoon over "Bunker Hill"
and beyond while I stayed in the house writing. A
Great Crested Flycatcher came into the pines near my window
and called a number of times. Faxon heard another &[and] found
five or six Red-winged Blackbirds in a meadow down river.
[margin]The Cart Bridge[/margin]

  After tea we walked across the fields to the river
which we crossed by a public road leading over what is
called the cart bridge. The river at this point is
sluggish and deep with elms, oaks and alders lining its
banks and overhanging the water. To the westward there
is a meadow view with heavy woods beyond, a short 
stretch of river forming the foreground. I have seldom seen
anything of the kind so pretty and restful as the
outlook from this simple, rough little wooden bridge.
Beyond, the road climbs a steep, long hill with orchards,
grass fields &[and] woods on each side and in one place
a wooded knoll with rocky, precipitous sides. The highway
itself is narrow and shaded with fine trees which grow
naturally in belts &[and] clusters and in places form a perfect
arch of foliage.[delete]on the road[/delete] There are steep banks on 
each side covered with the most luxuriant shrubbery
and a profusion of ferns of various kinds. Nothing
like this bit of country road can be found in Eastern Mass.
The trees here are much finer than ours, the foliage
fresher and invariably free from any signs of the attacks
of insects, which the ferns on the driest hillsides
equal or excell  those which grow in our richest swamps.
The clouds lifted &[and] broke in the west just as the 
sun was setting and we had some fine effects of color. There
was too much wind for the birds to sing freely.
[margin]A beautiful
country road[/margin]