Concord, Massachusetts.
September 3, 1892.
Mass.
Concord. Cloudless with light W[est] wind. Morning & evening cool,
the middle of the day warm. Air exceptionally dry & clear.
  To Ball's Hill by boat at 8.30 a.m. a boy who is
visiting the Buttricks accompanying me. Found Pat at
the hill and spent most of the day working with
him on the back part of my land laying, out from new
paths and repairing & improving old ones. Returned to
the Buttricks in time for tea at six o'clock.
  The signs of autumn are not few nor far to seek to 
day. Crimsoning maples along the rim, yellowing birches
and chestnuts on the ridges, golden rod & ashes in profusion
in field corners & by roadsides, the crisp, clean air and
mellow sunshine, the calling of Jays, the thud of falling
acorns & chestnuts and the snickering of the squirrels who
were busy cutting them off with sharp teeth, the
chirping of crickets in the pastures and now & then the
report of a distant gun - all these and many other
signs were present to the eye or ear.
[margin] Signs of the Season [/margin]
  Birds are increasing again. they are now almost wholly
in flocks, Bluebirds, Chipping Sparrows & Phoebes in the pastures;
Chickadees & Warblers in the pine woods; Bobolinks &
Red wings on the meadows. A mixed flock in a pasture
next the rim contained, this evening, several Bluebirds,
Chippies & Phoebes, one Yellow Warbler, and three young
Orioles in fresh autumn plumage.
 [margin] Birds [/margin]
  Bobolinks are diminishing in numbers but a few
still linger about the wild rice & chink high in air overhead.
 [margin] Bobolinks diminishing [/margin]