1892 
April 20
(no 2)
Concord, Massachusetts.
Mass.
Concord. - swiftly. His motions were exceedingly light
and graceful. I never saw a Fox really run before.
A puff of east wind which struck me on the back 
just as the Fox disappeared in the hollows must
have taken my scent to his keen nose.
  Immediately after dinner I started for Ball's Hill
in my Rob Roy [?] all the way down. Counted
four forest firs, one big one just beyond Bedford.
The weeds are as dry as tinder for there has been
no rain for nearly on quite a month.
  Planted my trees and shrubs at the hill and
after the men had gone ate my supper sitting 
in the door of my house. Two Carolina Doves
cooed for half an hour in the pines on the hill.
There is no bird note to be heard in our Mass.
woods for which I care so much.
  Started up river a little after sunset. A Bittern,
the first I had heard, pumping in the 
Great Meadow. As I was passing the Holt
a Snipe hummed once overhead very near me.
There was a Great Blue Heron flying about [?]
the marsh honking and I saw then Night 
Herons flying high over Dakin's Hill towards
the west.
  The willow catkins are still in their full glory
The maple blossoms are falling fast and
the surface of the river is covered with them