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CONCORD. 
Fa.irha.ven, 
To Fairhaven by boat with C., starting at 10 A. M. 
and getting home about dark. I had a very hard row as far 
as Clamshell Hill, beyond which we sailed, using an umbrella 
for this purpose. We landed at Conantum and lunched at the 
foot of Lee’s Cliff under a pine where the sun lay warm on 
the carpet of freshly fallen needles (the white pines have 
nearly finished shedding) and scarce a breath of the chill 
wind reached us. A few crickets were chirping feebly about 
us and a small yellow butterfly was driven by the wind across 
the Bay. [After lunch we walked through the woods and across 
the fields to MrjL Wright’s house where after obtaining 
permission and a key we climbed the small steep hill next 
the road and spent nearly an hour in front of a "camp" 
which has been built on the summit. The view from here is 
very fine indeed. We then rambled slowly back to Conantum 
through the woods most of the way, starting two Partridges 
and three Colaptes(Flickers), the latter in a vineyard!] 
The return voyage was very pleasant despite the 
wind which, although less than in the morning,was still 
strong and penetrating. The autumn tints were very brilliant 
wherever there were red maples, in fact I have never seen 
these trees more intensely colored than they are now. 
Along the meadow edge of the Conantum woods they formed a 
belt of gleaming scarlet, crimson and gold most effectively 
brought out and intensified by contrast with the perfect 
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