1892
June 2
Concord, Massachusetts.
Mass.
Concord. -Clear and suffocatingly hot especially in
the afternoon. Ther rose to 94 degrees at Boston, 90 degrees here.
Spent the forenoon in the house writing. At 3
p.m. started for a walk. Went first to the meadow 
behind Ferguson's where I quickly started the
Henslow's Sparrow which I heard singing there last
evening. It rose from near the middle of a marshy
but now perfectly dry hollow sprinkled with tussocks
and beds of a round, dark green, needle-pointed reed.
I spent nearly an hour searching for the nest
quartering the the marsh in lines four feet apart but
I had only my labor for my pains. There was also
a Savanna Sparrow singing in this little marsh.
 
[margin]Henslow's Sparrow[/margin]

 A pleasant if burning wind swept the open
fields but when I entered the woods beyond Pratt's
I left it behind and found the air under the
trees lifeless & oppressive like that of a close room.
This was particularly true of the distant woods
in the "common lot" when I walked slowly with
bare head actually gasping for breath. There were
few birds singing. I heard two Nashville Warblers,
one or two Thrashers, a Black-throated Green Warbler,
& several Oven birds.
  
Returned through the Damsdale & Derby's lane.
Thunder heads were rolling up from the N
& there was distant thunder but no rain.
In the evening I walked down the road to
Ferguson's & heard the Henslow's Sparrow singing.
Later heard a Virginia Rail calling cutta in the
Buttrick's meadow.