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*Going through the bush, I started up two wood-cocks.

the field I noticed the first robins.

While near a decaying stump, surrounding by leaf-mold,
in which were several pretty patches of Arbutus, I noticed
a most delicate odor, it was very sweet and reminded me
somewhat of violets.  What could it have been?  I thought
at first it was the Arbutus - but no, not a flower
was open.  Could it have been the Maples?  The odor
was very similar.  I think it mast have been the Maples
althought not a single one was in sight.  Later while
walking through [among] the trees I noticed the same odor.

I, also, thought that the odor <s>may</s> might be caused by Schweinitzia
but, no, the odor seemed to come from the air.

Started for home, about sunset*.  When near the road,
I heard a familiar loud noise, I thought surely, it was 
made by the frogs.  It gradually became fainter, and only
the much fainter, peep-peep-peep was heard.  It sounded
as if there had been a sudden boiling over, and now that the
pent up energy had relieved itself.

I soon reached the road.  I moved along it very quietly
hoping to (again) hear another ebullition.  To this, I was
        