I dined, at the cabin and walked through the woods 
to Holden’s Hill in the forenoon — to Davis’s Swamp in the 
afternoon. Met two flocks of Chickadees and a few Tree 
Sparrows and started one Partridge. As I was crossing the 
large opening just north of Ball’s Hill Swamp, a Fox 
trotted out of the bushes into the path not thirty yards 
from me. I stopped instantly and squeaked a little. He 
took a few steps towards me, stopped, looked at me & 
moment without apparent fear, then turned and trotted off 
along the path through the swamp. As soon as he disappeared, 
among the bushes, I followed, Y/alking very fast but silently. 
When I reached the further side of the swamp, I again saw him, 
still trotting on sedately across an opening. He was a 
large Fox of somewhat peculiar coloring — a dull yellowish 
brown with very gray about the head and back. I was struck 
by the crafty, almost sinister expression of his face when 
he looked towards me. 
From the top of Bensen’s Hill I saw a large water 
bird swimming about near the lower end of Pad Island. As I 
watched it, it began diving disappearing with all the grace 
and ease of a Grebe and remaining under water for a somewhat 
unusual length of time. It was so far away that I could not 
identify it even by the aid of my glass, but a little later 
I went to the place in my canoe and the only bird I could 
find there was a Coot (Ferlica) which swam into the reeds 
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