1892
Feb.5
(No 3)
Concord, Massachusetts.
[margin] Ball's Hill [/margin]
Mass.
Concord - the face of which with a little blood
was smeared about the edges of the hole. There
was no hole in the ground and the mouse
must have been merely hiding beneath the snow
which, curiously enough, showed no trace of its
tiny footprints. It must have worked out to
the spot where it was captured, under the snow.
The Fox evidently scented it from a distance
of several feet and turned sharply out to 
one side from his previously straight course.
There was no sudden spring or stealthy 
stalk on his path.  He surely trotted to the
spot at his usual gait and began digging.
 I  spent the afternoon sitting on the
south side of the hill near the landing,
where my man was digging a hole in the
bank for my prospective log house, building
a small fire and enjoying the afternoon 
light on the snow clad rim and meadows
to the south and west. George and I
drove home a little before sunset. 