Lake Umbagog, Maine.
Lakeside
1893.
Oct. 15.                                                                                             
  Another wild day with violent westerly wind and frequent
brief showers.
  Spent the forenoon settling matters of business. Austen
appeared with his hand still in a sling but doing well he said.
Mr. Sherman also made me a visit.                                                         
[margin]Mr. Sherman[/margin]
  In the afternoon Will and Jim helped me collect a number                      
of young trees and shrubs, for transplanting, - firs, spruce of
both kinds, striped maples, yew, hobble birch etc. I was much
surprised while thus employed to hear a Purple finch in full                   
song at intervals, although the sky was cloudy and the wind
blowing and roaring through the trees tops at the time.
[margin]Collecting 
trees & shrubs 
to carry home[/margin]
[margin]Purple Finch
in full song[/margin]