The red morning-glory partly open at 5.45. Looking down on it, it is [a] regular pentagon, with sides but slightly incurved.

  1.30 P.M.—to White Pond.

  Sultry, dogdayish weather, with moist mists or low clouds hanging about,—the first of this kind we have had. I suspect it may be the result of a -warm southwest wind met by a cooler wind from the sea. It is hard to tell if these low clouds most shade the earth or reflect its heat back upon it. At any rate a fresh, cool moisture and a suffocating heat are strangely mingled . . .

  After bathing I paddled to the middle in the leaky boat . . . Now, at about 5 P. M., only at long intervals is a bullfrog’s trump heard . . .I was just roused from my writing by the engine’s whistle, and, looking out, saw shooting through the town two enormous pine sticks stripped of their bark, just from the Northwest and going to Portland Navy-Yard, they say. Before I could call Sophia, they had got round the curve and only showed their ends on their way to the Deep Cut . . .