CONCORD 1IVER — CONCORD TO WAYLAND. 
1883 
September 28 
At 1 P.M. I met D.C. French at Concord and after 
a dinner at "the Manse" we started up river at about 2 o’clock 
Annual Trio 0n 0Ur annual shooting trip. The weather was threatening and 
the day a most disagreeable one but we had no choice, or 
rather it was this day and the next or not at all this autumn. 
Dan French 
on the 
river 
i So we decided to risk the weather. 
We saw our first birds just above the French’s 
landing when ,on the west side of the river, a pair of Blue¬ 
winged Teal, startled by a little steam launch that preceded 
us, rose and alighted again on a flooded portion of the 
meadow. Dan paddled on within shot of them and I knocked 
over both with one barrel. At the report a pair of Winter 
Yellow-legs rose from a distant part of the marsh and an¬ 
swering my whistle alighted near us. I shot both of them, 
starting them singly and killing them as they rose. They 
were very tame. This piece of good luck so early in our trip 
was most cheering, but singularly enough these shots were 
the only ones that were fired during the entire voyage al¬ 
though, as will appear, we saw plenty of game. 
We 
Continuing on our way; we* sailed almost all the way 
to Sherman’s bridge at the beginning of the great Sudbury 
Meadows, which we entered about dark. We kept up sail for 
the remainder of the voyage but we rowed by turns, also, for 
it set in to rain in torrents and we made all speed possible, 
reaching Wayland at 8 o'clock, wet, cold and tired. 
