1894
June 30
Breezy Point, Warren, N.H.
  A clearing day, clouds and sunshine alternating.
  In the morning Faxon and I walked down the road to
the old bridge and back through the spruce openings
stopping often by the way: first at the clearing to look
for the nest of the Mourning Warbler; next on the bank
of the river just below the foot bridge where we sat on
the rocks for an hour or more, talking; last among the
spruces where the two Bay-breasts live (only one was singing).
  In the afternoon I collected some plants and (with
Mr. Merrill's aid) a barrel of leaf mould in the woods
along the road to the river. After tea I walked down
this road again, alone, to get some plants of Linnaea.
It was twilight when I reached the bridge and turned
back. How the birds sang, especially the White-throated Sparrows
& the Thrushes! The still air fairly rang with their voices.
Standing in one place by the bridge I could hear four
Olive-backs and a Hermit at one time and I added
another Hermit and two more Olive-backs to this number
before I reached the opening below the Moosilauke House
on my way down.
  As I looked up the valley and saw the house on Moosilauke
clearly outlined against the sky I thought of Faxon who
had gone there for the night. He was listening, no doubt, to
the Bicknell's Thrushes while I was among the Hermits &
Olive-backs below.