1892
July 13
(No 2)
Concord, Massachusetts.
Evening on the Assabet.
Mass.
Concord. in the paddle and lighting a cigar floated
slowly back with the sluggish current. The air was 
singularly oppressive and few birds were singing. Two
Vireos tried to start a concert in the swamp but soon
gave it up. A Song Sparrow sang a few times and a 
Robin began hesitatingly and then stopped. I could hear
the Wood Pewee in the hemlocks after all the others
had ceased and when it had become nearly dark.
There were no Bull Frogs along this stretch of river but
I heard them below Egg Rock. The Green Frogs were numerous
and noisy everywhere.
[margin] Bull Frogs
Green " [/margin]
  Every few minutes, both in the early twilight and 
after night closed in, I heard, at different points along
the Assabet, a sound as of something falling through 
the leaves and branches of the swamp oaks. This sound
was almost precisely like, and quite as loud as, that
of large nuts falling and the final thump when they
struck the ground was perfectly distinct. Of course
no nuts can be dropping now! There are many Gray
Squirrels in these trees. Do they work after dark?
[margin] Mysterious
sounds[/margin]
  A Whippoorwill was singing in the distance, towards
the town I thought, as I passed Red Bridge on
my way home.
[margin] Whippoorwills [/margin]
  
  Young Grosbeaks still come to the elms in front of
the house, usually two or three with an old male
bird which they follow closely, teasing him for food.
The call note of the young varies considerably. I noted
one variation today as tew-i
[margin] Young Grosbeaks [/margin]
