Bethel to Lakeside, Maine.
1894
Aug. 27
  Morning clear. Afternoon cloudy. The mountains blotted
out by a dense haze from the smoke of forest fires.
[margin]Forest
fires[/margin]
  Waited for the noon train in the hope that my trunk might
come but getting no news of it I started immediately after
dinner for the Lake in an open wagon, one of Lovejoy's teams,
with the same horse and driver that I had last year.
  The country looked drought-scorched; the woods were for
the most part green but here and there a maple had changed to
crimson and gold.
[margin]Drought[/margin]
  Birds were singularly scarce but I saw King birds, Gold-
finches, and large flocks of Sparrows at intervals. In Newry
a Sharp-shinned Hawk pursued by a mob of small birds flew
across the road and alighted in a maple. On the Thale Brown
farm a pair of Sparrow Hawks were scaling about over the open
fields.
[margin]Small birds[/margin]
[margin]Sharp-shinned Hawk[/margin]
[margin]Sparrow Hawk[/margin]
  I reached Lakeside before sunset and walking down the 
road a little way saw a Hummingbird feeding at a bed of
Impatiens.
[margin]Hummer.[/margin]