Pine Point, Lake Umbagog, Maine.
1894
Sept. 2.
  Sunday. A "yellow day" the air so full of smoke that it
was impossible to see any of the mountains or even the opp-
site shores of the Lake. The light was very peculiar. At
times the foliage had a strange appearance, the greens being
very light yet vivid.
[margin]Pine Point
A "yellow day"[/margin]
  In the afternoon Mr. Hubbard and I walked for an hour or
more in the woods which seemed silent and deserted save for
the presence of the Red Squirrels which are even more numerous
than they were last year.
[margin] Red Squirrels [/margin]