1892.
Aug. 21
(No 3)
Concord, Massachusetts.
Mass.
Concord.- rearing its white flower-like heads which seemed
to attract the yellow butterflies. The entire opening is
encircled by a belt of young but tall and vigorous white
pines, gray birches, maples, chestnuts, oaks and hickories
with an undergrowth of high blueberries and Clethra the
latter covered with creamy-white blossoms which loaded
the air with their strong fragrance resembling that of
tube roses.
[margin]Bow Meadow[/margin]
  As I sat looking out through the foliage I heard crows
cawing and a Quail whistling "bob-white" at short, regular intervals in
the distance towards the W. Near at hand a Jay chucked,
a Towhee called, a Cedar bird lisped. Overhead high against
the sulphury white clouds a few Swifts circled twittering.
Once I heard the pink of a Bobolink passing southward.
The dry, stammering autumn call of Pickering's Hylas came at
frequent intervals from the surrounding woods (I heard this
autumn call yesterday for the first time this month) and
the frying notes of the Cicada were almost incessant
one beginning almost immediately after another had
ceased. The grasshoppers & crickets in the meadow supplied
a steady volume of mingled low z-ing and chirping which formed
as [it omitted?] were an undertone or background for the other sounds
and which reminded me of the sizzling of damp wood
burning. Once a Tree Toad chirruped in low, doubtful
tones. Dragon flies were flitting from stem to stem of
the Cassandra bushes. The breeze rustled the oak leaves
overhead. These were all the sights and sounds that
I noted. here.
[margin]Quail.[/margin]
[margin]Pickering Hylas.[/margin]
[margin]Tree Toad
calling[/margin]

  Many of the leaves of the gray birches, especially on the
lower branches, are turning yellow & some have even expired & fallen.