Penobscot Bay, Maine.
1896
July 15
  Foggy, the afternoon cloudy with heavy showers.
  We started for Sedgewick at 10 A.M. Having a fair and
rather fresh breeze we reached our destination before noon
and cast anchor in the sunny little harbor. After disposing
of a hurried dinner we got a double-seated wagon and
a driver and started for a salt marsh some five
miles distant in the direction of Blue Hill. This marsh
had been described to me as very extensive one man
assuring me that it covered at least fifty acres. I was
most anxious to visit it for I felt reasonably sure of 
finding Sharp-tailed Finches there but on reaching the
place the "marsh" in question proved to consist of a few
belts of sedge scattered along the margin of a salt creek
the most extensive belt being less than 100 yards in length
and only 15 or 20 yards in width. As the ground
was flooded by every tide of course there were no birds
of any kind breeding in the grass but it is no improbable
that migrating Sharp-tails may [delete]drop into it[/delete] find a
temporary shelter there.
  At the point where the road crosses the creek, however,
there is an old dam & saw mill and above this a
fresh water meadow of about fifty acres in extent. Through
its center winds a sluggish brook, in places narrow &
half concealed by tall grasses, [delete]and[/delete] in others expanding
into shallow pond holes or lagoon covered with cow lily
leaves and bordered by thickets of sweet gale & other water
loving shrubs. The meadow itself is rather dry & firm
with a growth of thin, short, wiry grass & cranberry vines
among which in unusual profusion rose the beautiful &
fragrant flowers or the Pogonia.