At 3.30 P. M. I rowed 0. to Davis's Hill where 
Great Blue 
Heron 
Snipe 
Autumn colors 
we spent an hour or more examining the roots of the pines. 
Where they were badly burned the sap has exuded in con¬ 
siderable quantities forming bunches of rather stiff gum 
not unlike that found on cherry and peach trees. The Davis 
woods seemed totally devoid of small birds but we started 
a Great Blue Heron from one of the pines and heard Quail, 
evidently a scattered covey, whistling on the opposite side 
of the river, A small water-fowl diving on the broad stretch 
beyond the hill looked like a. Pied-bellied Brebe. A sports¬ 
man (Jones, I think) was beating the meadows opposite and 
fired two or three shots there. His dog started several 
Meadow Larks while I was watching him through my glass. 
( I afterwards heard that he shot seven Snipe). On our 
way up river at sunset we saw a Marsh Hawk (adult male) 
beating the Great Meadows and started two Great Blue Herons, 
nth young, from Hunt's Pond. 
The autumn coloring was at its height on the 8th, 
9th and 10th. To-day the colors looked faded or washed out 
and many of the red maples were bare while the river was 
covered thickly with floating leaves which made a loud 
rustling as our boat moved through them. The white maples 
have turned a sickly greenish yellow and their leaves look 
withered and dry .J 
