Bethel, Maine.
1894
Aug. 26
  Clear and cool with strong N. wind. Spent most of the
forenoon in the house writing.
  In the afternoon took a walk of a mile or more across the
brook and past the old mill in the hollow west of the hotel.
There are some fine old white pines scattered along the road.
Many of them divide a yard or two above the ground into two or
three upright stems each of which is a foot or two in diameter.
Doubtless their leading shoots were killed in some way when
the trees were small. Among them I noticed one tall red pine.
  Birds were scarce and I noticed nothing of much interest.