1892
Oct. 8
Concord, Massachusetts.
Mass. 
Concord. Early morning cloudy but the sun out by
11 a.m. and the remainder of the day bright and
very warm with moderate S. W. wind.
  To Ball's Hill at 11 a.m. in my "Stella Maris"
sailing practically the entire way. The day was
Indiana-summer-like and yellow butterflies and
dragonflies were out in considerable numbers, the
former about hawkwood blossoms in the fields, the
latter over the river. All the pickerel weed has
been killed by the late frosts giving the margin
of the river a blighted, dreamy aspect. Many of
the button bushes have already shed their leaves;
those of some of the willows seem to have been
frozen on the trees presenting a conspicuously
wrinkled or dried up appearance and emitting
strongly the odor peculiar to willow leaves.
The Painted Tortoises were out of water on logs etc.,
sunning, but not in great numbers. I have 
not seen a Snapping Tortoise, either large or small,
for several days & I think not for two weeks.
[margin]Ball's Hill[/margin]
[margin]Butterflies & Dragonflies[/margin]
[margin]Tortoises[/margin]
  A Tree Toad uttering the usual croaking chirrup
near  Hunt's landing as I sailed past. It gave
it three or four times with brief pauses & then
stopped. I have not heard this noon those three
or four times since the Tree Toads ceased singing
so suddenly in midsummer. They do not apparently
call much oftener in autumn than do the
Leopard Frogs. I hear the Pickering's Hylas every
fine warm day still; sometimes in the meadows.
[margin]Tree Toad calls[/margin]
[margin]Pickering's Hylas[/margin]